…lies a quaint bubble of delicious ice cream, wineries, and awesome people. This land is called:
My Muni transits have never taken me beyond the Embarcadero. The Ferry Building is as far as I’ve gone…with the occasional visit to 21st Amendment Brewery when I’m craving some Hell or High Watermelon Beer. However, on this particular morning, I decided to live life on the edge and journey into unknown territory. The sun was shining, the skies were clear, I was thoroughly caffeinated, and there weren’t too many crazies onboard the train (except for one gentleman who kept claiming that he had just gotten out of prison, and needed everyone on the train to know about it. Don’t worry, he was harmless.) All in all, everything was going great. Until I noticed that the T-Line train gradually became more and more empty, the further away we got from “the city” (as I knew it). Getting slightly uneasy, I begin to contemplate whether or not I had made the right decision to spend my precious day off in the middle of nowhere as we pass by miles of sterile-looking new apartment complexes. What did I get myself into? How long will the next train coming back be? Will I get stranded there?! Oh! At last, I arrive at my stop: Mariposa and 23rd.
Right as I exit, I am delightfully greeted by the famous Mr. and Mrs. Miscellaneous ice cream shop. Offering just a few flavors each day, and apparently open only during odd hours, this place indeed does live up to it’s name. We had Strawberry Shortbread, and Crema Catalina (Lime custard with burnt orange caramel), with the latter depicting a flavor reminiscent of sweet lemongrass. Rich. Creamy. Delicious.
I’m guessing you are wondering who “we” is referring to. I confess, I was not alone on this trip. My boo came along with me. I guess this is the moment in this blog, where I introduce you to him. He is a very charming, sweet and loving guy and he’s actually the one who pushed me to start this blog. For now, I shall refer to him as Boo.
I’ll leave the story here for now. Stay tuned for Part II where I’ll show you how to get
way too drunk off artisanal wine in the Dogpatch.