Cafe Golo

"If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late."
~ Henny Youngman

(No official web-site.)

1602 Lombard Street (at Gough Street, naturally)

phonicular contact: (415) 673-4656

(There is no particular reason for today's EweToob selections. I just like the singers.)


I didn't sleep late this morning, Henny, so I went back to Cafe Golo (see last 'blog-entry from January 12th, 2013) for breakfast; and it is good to note that they open up pretty early at 8:00am on the weekends. Of course, they are located right on Lombard Street (which can be considered either in the Marina or Cow Hollow, take your pick).

Cutesy Abbreviated Neighborhood Nickname Rant

I really am sick of all these new, stupid, abbreviated neighborhood nicknames that they are coming up with lately: "SoMa", "NoPa", "EtceteRa". Just how hard is it to say "South of Market" or "North of the Panhandle" (which is a pretty stupid neighborhood designator in itself; it's either the Western Addition or Haight-Ashbury ~ or is that "WeAd" and "HaAs"?). Keeping with this jeenyus ratiocination, maybe Cow Hollow should be called "CoHo", or just combine Cow Hollow with the Marina and call it all "CoMa". KiMyAs!

Anyway, back to my normal breakfastary rant. Cafe Golo has made a few changes to their breakfast menu selections. They changed the name of the Veggie Tater Scramble to Florentine Tater Scramble ~ with the addition of spinach to all of the other ingredients (sautéed onions, peppers, even ~ ugh ~ the vile weed, artichokes, mushrooms, zucchini, and cheese). I went with another new addition the Florentine Omelet ~ spinach, mushrooms, Feta, and Mozzarella; served with country potatoes and toast. I also had a glass of orange juice.

This was a very good omelette. I liked that it had two kinds of cheese in it; that is always nice. My choice of toast was sourdough. I particularly like that they have two types of potatoes ~ regular and sweet taters ~ in the country potatoes.

Cafe Golo offers Tapatío®, Crystal® Louisiana's Pure Hot Sauce, and Castillo® Salsa Habanera for condimentary supplements, which is a pretty decent triumvirate, Julius. Even so, I used some of my own Dave's Gourmet® Ginger Peach Hot Sauce (Thanks, Jim!) on the taters and just a skosh of El Yucateco® Exxxtra Hot Sauce Salsa Kutbil-ik® de Chile Habanero on the omelette (Thanks, Brian!).

Completely Unrelated and Unsolicited Stupid, Useless Cunning Linguist Story of the Day

"You are a 'hazard'!"

Years ago I was visiting a friend that was going to school for one semester in Paris (the one in France; the one in Texas doesn't really have a good university that I know of). After dinner one evening, we were walking through le Quartier Latin with a bunch of her friends and a guy from Columbia that they had met a few days before that.

Some other fuzzy li'l ferner (that hardly spoke any English) frantically ran up to us and asked "What is a 'hazard'?" He was pretty distraught and must have thought it was some kind of swear or terrible insult in English. The funniest part was that he asked the question directly to the guy from Columbia (whose English was kinda questionable itself). It turned out that the guy was crossing the street in front of traffic and the above accusation was hurled at him by one of the drivers. (Why they didn't yell at him in French, we never found out.) We explained to him as best we could that "a hazard" wasn't really an insult, but just to be careful when crossing the streets.

French ~ "hasard" (or "danger", but to be pronounced with the full frenchifried snootiness as "DON-zhay")
Spanish ~ "peligro"
Latin ~ "periculum"
Italian ~ "pericolo" (which doesn't mean "half-assed")
German ~ "Gefahr"
Russian ~ "опасность"
Greek ~ "κίνδυνος"

Of course, Cafe Golo also offers many great fresh-baked pastries. So I made sure to get a few pastries to go: Blackberry-Mango Tart, Sweet Potato Tart, and a Cranberry-Kiwi Tart (which I am enjoying… er, enjoyed, as I scarfed it up almost immediately, with a cuppa Bettys Jamaica Blue Mountain while typing this out). Miss Peebee told me that they sell most of their baked products (breads and pastries, etc.) at local farmers markets throughout the city, too.

Of course, I am never sorry for going to Cafe Golo, господин Юнгман, so don't even think you can "take my breakfast -- please!"


Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Florentine Omelet ~ 6.6; various pastries ~ 7.0-7.5; Bettys Jamaica Blue Mountain ~ 8.5