|Bob on S. San Francisco in front of the Tinderbox Kitchen.|
|At the bar of Tinderbox Kitchen.|
After a drink and discussion of an anticipated visit by my parents in early May, we decided to head over to Himalayan Grill for yellow dahl and nan. Bob and I were both locked up right outside Tinderbox; he to a iron tree guard and me to a street sign. San Francisco Street actually has many decorative bike racks up and down the street but I'm pleased so say that on this relatively warm spring night they were all full. Street signs serve just as well as a rack though.
|Colors at dusk.|
I was excited to pedal over to Himalayan Grill since doing so would mean we'd be challenged to bike on Butler and Militon Avenues at night. I find these streets to be the most tricky because they are the busiest. I disagree with the local notion that either are particularly congested because the traffic usually is moving at too swift a pace to reasonably consider them congested. Many cyclists, including me, often avoid them but from time to time I like to go ahead and bike on them just to keep my comfort and skill level up.
|Bright red blinky light at Butler and Milton.|
No bike specific parking in front of Himalayan Grill but this pole always seems to be open for us. We've never seen any other cyclists eating here so we could be their only customers who bike. Parking for cars is actually very limited at this location so I say install a bike rack and they will come. I keep wanting to mention the idea to the owners who recognize us as one of their usual customers but I hate to be pushy about an expensive bike rack in a tough economy.
|Sandwich by Karen. Bread by Bob. Ceramic cup by Georgia artist Ron Meyers.|