http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (Between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am (they call their early morning meal "Brunch"; however, they open up early enough for my simple breakfastary tastes... besides... let us never forget... le Pain Perdu le plus exceptionnel!) Meal: Oeufs Baker Street BistroDave's favorite (one of Brian's favourites, too) ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens (aka la comida para conejos); and a large glassajugo de naranja(served con un popote de papel])
(There really is/are no EweToobular juxtaselections with these two songs/videos. The radio station I was listening to on my way home this morning just happened to be playing another song off Green Day's american idi*t album. [just try to] Convince me otherwise: Green Day's american idi*t album is definitively one of the Best [if not The Best] Rock-and/or-Roll albums of the first decade of this here 21st Century. Of course, there is no question that it is Green Day's transcendent album to date. Even my foolish young-pup nephew [who shall remain named Cameron] has finally come around to seeing that I am 100% correct in this declaration. [Give the kid a break, he also took over ten years to finally agree with me that Lady Ella is The Best Female Voice in 'merica in the 20th Century... (Evah?)] Man, that Giovanni Ribisi guy can really write some great music!) While working my way through another Fall Classic warm-up of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I headed back to Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, May 11th, 2019) this morning. Once again, I sat outside in their spacious sidewalk-patio café. It was still a bit cool this morning, but I had on both a sweatshirt and an outer sweatshirt/jacket-thing, so I was more than comfortable. As no other idi*ts decided to "brave" the autumnal chill, I had the seating area entirely to myself, too.
This is always such a great breakfast (specifically Eggs Benedict-oriented)! I do not know why any other local restaurant establishments have not stolen this idea yet (of course, I would think that they would need to change the name of the dish; that would be such a dead give-away)... kinda like the most awe-someZucchini Cakes idea at Dottie's True blue café. Needless to say, I liked my breakfast ("le Brunch", whatever) this morning a lot. For condimentary supplementation, Baker Street Bistro has only Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) on the tables. I used some of my own Chili in Hawaii Habanero Garlic Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the potatoes and several grinds of The Spice & Tea Exchange®Pirate's Bite Spice Blend (Thanks, Cindy!) on top of everything (even on a few slices of the French bread in the basket... à laGlen Bacon's [yes, that Scale Rating-guy] grandfather). Crafty Coffee Confabulation Interlude (Much earlier) before heading out for breakfast ("le Brunch", whatever) this morning, I made myself a cuppa TLC Coffee Roasters - Bali Blue Moon (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!). This was a brand-new (well, it has been in my freezer for the past few months, and I am just getting around to finally trying it out) Coffee for me. This was another very nice output from a small roastery outta the Island of Rhodes. These two production/roasting notes really did prove true in its flavour factor: "Bali Coffee trees are planted alongside oranges and tangerines, and the beans seem to pick up a little extra sweetness and a touch more acidity than most Indonesian varietals. The fact that the beans are dried with the fruit attached to the seed further enhances the complexity and wild fruitiness of this exquisite Coffee." https://www.tlccoffeeroasters.com/product-page/bali-blue the WildParrots of San Francisco Interlude After breakfast, I walked over to one of the larger known roosting areas of the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco (the tall Eucalyptus trees next to the Lombard Street Gate of the Presidio) to see if I could catch any of my squawky feather-brained friends in the area. However, I saw just un solo papagayoflying overhead of the trees in the small dog-park in that area of the Presidio. For what it is worth, I also saw one extra-noisy Steller's Jay[2] flying around there, too. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Oeufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.4; TLC Coffee Roasters - Bali Blue Moon~ 7.2; Steller's Jays~ 8.0; the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________ 1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day: As soon as I sat down, the friendly Mexican-guy waiter/bus boy-type (whose name I really should learn one of these days; he has worked there now for several years and always greets me warmly the few times a year that I do darken their doorstep... sidewalk-patio café, whatever.... ) asked me if I wanted "un Café" (en español, gracias!). I told him that I just wanted a glassa "jugo de naranja" (one of the few simple phrases that I can remember en español, anyway). He then introduced me to a brand-new español-ese word: "(el) popote" ("(the) straw"; somewhat pronounced "po-PO-tay"). I also made sure to ask him if "popote" was "un/el" or "una/la" in gender-agreement. I will have to try and remember this one on future visits there (or at local taquerias even). 2. https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Stellers_Jay/id
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (Between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am Meal: Oeufs Baker Street BistroDave's favorite (one of Brian's favourites, too) ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens (aka la nourriture de lapin[1]); and a large glassa fresh-squeezed Lemonade to drink (served avec une paille de papier, dans le style de la Californie[2]) Continuing the early-season workout of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I went back to Baker Street Bistro (see previous 'blog-entry from Samedi 5ème janvier 2019) pour mon petit-déjeuner[3]. Once again, I sat outside 'cause I could; it was still a bit chilly and un-sunny, though. This really did not matter much as I was wearing two sweatshirts and a t-shirt, anyway. Of course, I ended up being the only idiot seated outside the entire time that I was there... well, 'cept for one cool-looking English Bully named Patches Jr. and his human companion that were waiting for their "to go" order. (Okay, so the real reason that I sit outside is to see if I can sneak away before paying... however, that d*rn Chantal is always too crafty and brings out l'addition[4] just in time!)
I just want to say one word to you. Just one word. Are you listening? Velco®![5] Okay, so this really has nothing what-so-ever to do with my meal today, Baker Street Bistro, San Francisco, or breakfasts in general. I just happened to notice the other day on a piece of Velcro® strip that the name "Velcro®" was actually a ®egistered trademark word/product. That came as a surprise to me. Who knew you could trademark a fabric fastener? I wonder if Mr. George Zipp was ever rightly compensated for his metallic clasp locker invention...
I really do not have much else to add about this great breakfast ("Brunch", whatever) meal that I have not stated many times over already. This is simply one of my favourite meals in town. However, somehow, I always forget to request this dish "sans la nourriture minable de lapin"[6] in order to double-up on their great homefries. As far as condimentary supplementation goes, Baker Street Bistro offers only Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Sauce Rouge Originale). So, I just used some of my own Dragon's Lair Extra HotCayenne & Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the potatoes and on la nourriture de lapin. I also made sure to use several grinds/twists of my portable grains of paradise grinder on top of the poached eggs, potatoes, and la nourriture de lapin-stuff. the WildParrots of San Francisco Interlude While sitting outside eating my breakfast ("Brunch", whatever), I only saw une paire de perroquets[7] (un petit pandémonium, peut-être?[8]) while I was eating. They were perched on top of one of the telephone poles in front of the restaurant a-chatterin' up a storm. I did hear many more in the neighborhood throughout the morning, though. There was also one very loud Mockingbird that stopped by earlier and was perched on the exact same telephone pole, Miss Finch. He went through his entire repertoire of calls and I tried to copy most of what he was saying. He just looked down at me as if I was crazy as a Jaybird... (If you mimic a Mockingbird, is that considered "mocking a Mockingbird"?!) Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Oeufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.4; the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro un: That would simply be: "rabbit-food". 2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro deux: "... with a paper straw, Callieforneeya-style... " 3. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro trois: "... for my breakfast." 4. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro quatre: "bill" or "check" The phrase "L'addition, s'il vous plaît!" ("Check, please!") was taught to me many, many, many visits ago by Chantal. 5. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-historical pointer of the day, numéro cinq: Contrary to popular belief (Would that make it an unpopular belief?), Velcro® was not named after the Sixth Marx Brother who was way too clingy... The product name Velcro® is a portmanteau of the French words "velour" ("velvet") and "crochet" ("hook"). https://www.velcro.com/ 6. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro six: "... without the crummy rabbit-food... " 7. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro sept: "... a pair of parrots... " Not to confuse the issue, even though the Frenchy word for "parrot" looks and sounds a lot like "parakeet", the French-speak word for "parakeet" is actually "la perruche" (pronounced something like "PEH-roosh"). 8. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro huit: "(a micro-pandemonium, perhaps?)"
So this is what the houp-là[1] is all about... all about... all about...
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "le Brunch" Samedi et Dimanche at 9:00am Meal: Pain Perdu A brunch favorite! ~ two slices of cinnamon French Toast, fresh fruit, strawberry coulis & crème fraîche; a side of home fries; and a cuppa (and just one refilla ~ I had a cuppa at home earlier in the morning before heading out and didn't want to be up all night[2]) their Café de la Maison Mais bien sûr, no September work-out of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation would be complet sans une visite de retour à le Bistro sur Rue Baker (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, April 14th, 2018). "But, Brian, didn't you just say yesterday that a restaurant needs at least five or more stupid vegetarian-friendly dishes from which to choose to make it into your Breakfastary Starting Rotation?" Well, I just have three things to say about that: 1) Ce Pain Perdu tout à fait extraordinaire counts as ten items, m*rde!; 2) Mind yer own cire d'abeille!!; and 3) See remarks 1) and 2)!!! (Just because that Italiano painter-guy, Pedro Picasso, only had one hit in his life with that "Moaning Liza" portrait, does not mean that people can not enjoy seeing it over and over again.) I sat outside on their sidewalk-patio café area again, 'cause I could... unfortunately, Monsieur Soleilwas not quite yet awake this morning, but at least most of the cold and fog (well, in that nape of the forest) had already quickly receded like George Costanza's hairline.
You know what they say: "No Pain (Perdu), no gain (fer you)!" Les fruits du jour: raisins rouges, pastèque, cantaloup, ananas,[3]et pomme. Baker Street Bistro only has Tabasco®Brand Hot Sauce (Original Red Sauce) for use as a condimentary supplement. I used some of my own H*ll's Kitchen® Whiskey Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the potatoes along with several grind-twists from my trusty grains of paradise-grinder (and I might even have "accidentellement" grinded-up some on top of les Pain Perdu, aussi... do not judge me, Aaron!). the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude Because I had once again parked over near the Lombard Gate of the Presidio, I was hoping to see some of the local caterwauling feather-brains. I did hear several of them in the area; however, I really only saw one pair flying overhead later while I was eating breakfast a block away. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Pain Perdu A brunch favorite! ~ 8.2; the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer (of sorts) of the day: (This definition/explanation is directly stolen... er... borrowed from Marianne Webster's own book.) In French, the interjection houp-là is used roughly the same way as English's upsy-daisy or whoops-a-daisy, as one might say when picking up a child. (This usage can be found in English, too, in such works as Booth Tarkington's The Magnificent Ambersons and James Joyce’s Ulysses.) In the early 20th century, the word, playing on the syllable hoop, gave its name to a ring-toss game played at carnivals. But before that, hoopla was used in American English to refer to a kind of bustling commotion, and later, as a term for sensationalist hype. 2. Someone once said to me: "I do not know why I drink Coffee. It always goes right through me." To which I replied: "Yeah, and why even bother breathing when you will only exhale the air, anyway, right?!" Sheesh, some people! 3. Do you think the snooty-*ssed French dare call their serial comma "une virgule d'Oxford"?
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (how convenient that they named the street after this restaurant) (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am Meal: Œufs Baker Street Bistro ~ ratatouille[1], poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens; and a large glassa orange juice Continuing along with an early-Season workout of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, je suis retourné une fois de plus à Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, January 6th, 2018). I sat outside again this morning in their large sidewalk café seating area. I was the only "special kinda idiot" to do so, too. Mainly because it was still a bit cool (I kept my coat on for the entire meal, but just barely needed it) and it was still in the shade from the surrounding houses at that hour.
I have had this wonderful take on Eggs Benedict many, many, many times before. I always state that even if Baker Street Bistro did not already have le meilleur Pain Perdu in town, this dish is worth a return visit all on its ownsome. C'est tout. For use as condimentary supplements, Baker Street Bistro only offers Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce). I used some of my own Sunbelt Plantations Vidalia® Onion & Jalapeno (noted without the tilde "~" over the "n", Ms. Swinton) Pepper Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on both the potatoes and the rabbit-food stuff. the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude I arrived in the area about forty-five minutes before the restaurant opened expressly to try and get some photos ofthe Wild Parrotsthat roost in the tall eucalyptus trees near the Lombard Gate of the Presidio. I did see several of the noisy chatter-heads flying around (and heard dozens more), but did not manage to catch any of them with my camera (next time I will bring a net instead). While I was traipsing around down by the duck pond in the Presidio (which is technically called Letterman Digital Arts Center Recycled Water Pond at Lucas, but ducks can not read and do not care about that, anyway), I did also see one poor defenseless (Peregrine?) Falconbeing harassed by a pair of Crows or Ravens (Would a pair of Crows simply be known as an "involuntary manslaughter"?); unfortunately, they went swooping by way too fast for me to react and get a shot of them in the air. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Œufs Baker Street Bistro~ 7.4; the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo culinaristic pointer of the day (I am pretty sure that I have done this one already, but here it is again): (stolen... er... borrowed directly from the friendly folks at WikipediA [and, trust me, they stole... er... borrowed it from other sources, too]) The word ratatouille derives from the Occitan ratatolha and is related to the French ratouiller and tatouiller, expressive forms of the verb touiller, meaning "to stir up". From the late 18th century, in French, it merely indicated a coarse stew. The modern ratatouille - tomatoes as a foundation for sautéed garlic, onions, zucchini, eggplant, bell peppers, marjoram, fennel and basil, or bay leaf and thyme, or a mix of green herbs like herbes de Provence - does not appear in print until c. 1930. Here is a simple recipe (well, if you simply speak French): https://cuisine.larousse.fr/recette/ratatouille
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am Meal: Pain Perdu A brunch favorite! ~ two slices of cinnamon French toast, fresh fruit, strawberry coulis & crème fraîche; a side of frites maison; and a cuppa (and 1-1/2 refillas) Café ~ avec des feuilles de menthe Cette certainement! I had an Epiphany this morning when I awoke... I figured the best way to start the New Year (Bonne Année!) was to eat my first breakfast out for the year at Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, September 3rd, 2017) for some Pain Perdu vraiment extraordinaire! (Nah, not really. This was more of a premeditated coddiwompling [moronic oxen be d*mned!]) Unfortunately, it was still a little too chilly to sit outside on their sidewalk café seating area this morning. (Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite as cold as the freezing arctic temperatures they have been having in Florida lately, but it was still pretty cold for my liking, and I am a bit of a wimp like them buncha whingers in New England these days: "Ooooh! It is soooo cold outside. Six to eight feet of snow was dumped on us all in one day!"... boo-effin'-hoo! Think of all the poor iguanas in Florida that are falling outta the trees!)
Ce n'est pas un chef-d'œuvre! (... but it was pretty d*rn close, Leonardo!) (I will just let the above photo do the thousand-word talking for me.) Les fruits du jour: une fraise (pas une baie botanique) (and made into some kinda fancy-shmancy flower-thing); pomme (pas une baie botanique); pastèque (une baie botanique); ananas (pas une baie botanique); et cantaloup (une baie botanique). Having eaten at Baker Street Bistro a few times in the past (sarcasm is so hard to detect in prose form), I knew that their selection of condimentary supplementation only ranged at Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce). Therefore, I made sure to bring along with me a few of my brand new (as in just presented to me at Christmas) selections from my ever-growing (and, let's face it, at this point, never-ending, Bastian) supply of hot sauces. The count on my refrigerator door shelves now stands at 31(!!!) (trente et un) d*mn hot sauces! I went with a good amount of Chili in Hawaii - Habanero Garlic Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the homefries and just a few drops of (because I had brought it along with me, anyway, I wanted to use some) Tijuana Flats Tex-Mex[1]Smack My *ssand Call Me Santa (Thanks, Rick!) on one small square of the Pain Perdu. (Don't you judge me! What is French toast but eggs, milk, and bread... Eggs always go great with hot sauce... Milk and bread? Sounds like Pizza to me; and everyone knows that hot sauce always goes great on Pizza, too... okay, so maybe the maple syrup was an anomaly... but still... ) the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude
Once again, I parked over by the Presidio's Lombard Gate and was entertained by the sight of several (and heard many more, too) of my feather-brained chatterbird friends high up in their roost in the tall Eucalyptus trees by the wall along Lyon Street. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Pain Perdu A brunch favorite!~ 8.2 (mais certainement); the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. https://tijuanaflats.com/ Apparently, this chain of (semi-)fast food restaurants got started and is based out of Florida. I had never been to one before my Christmas vacation to Orlando last week and had lunch at one in St. Augustine. I particularly liked that they offer about eighteen different versions (from mild to pretty d*rn hot) of bottled hot sauces for use (and most of those are available for sale; hence, my gift). However, seeing as there really are no locations in Texas, I think they should call their cuisine "Flex-Mex" instead.
"There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation." ~ W.C. Fields (as Augustus Q. Winterbottomin "Tillie and Gus")
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am Meal: Œufs Baker Street Bistro ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens; and a glassa Fresh Squeezed Limonade[ sic ] Je suis retourné à Baker Street Bistro(see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, January 8th, 2017) pour mon petit-déjeuner. I sat outside this morning for a change... mainly because I could and because it was nice and sunny for a welcomed respite of the Antediluvian days we have had here recently.
Even though Baker Street Bistro really only offers a few "Brunch" items that are suitable for stupid vegetarians, I have absolutely no problem going back again and again and again. This dish or their Pain Perdu Extraordinaire are always worth reordering. Needless to say, I liked this meal very much once again. Baker Street Bistro only has Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) for use as condimentary supplementation. I used some of my own Great WallWasabi Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the rabbit-food and some Hot Licks®SerranoHot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the potatoes. A Prebreakfastary[1](and Post Prandium, too) Coffee Interlude Earlier this morning, much before even heading out to eat, I made me a cuppa Colectivo® Coffee RoastersCosta Rica - Santa María (Thanks, Kerry!). After getting home from breakfast, I also decided to make myself another cuppa to enjoy while keyboarding uppa this 'blog-entry. Both of these cuppas were made via the pour-over drip method. https://shop.colectivocoffee.com/pages/coffee/
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude Before breakfast ~ or "prebreakfastary", even ~ (and, for which, I had specifically made sure to arrive about forty-five minutes earlier than when Baker Street Bistro opened), I had parked on Lyon Street, under the tall Eucalyptus trees over by Lombard Gate of the Presidio, where I knew there is a large pandemonium of the chattering feather-brains. My timing was perfect because there were still many of them in the trees before they headed out for other parts of the city for the day. I can't be sure exactly how many Wild Parrotswere in the roost this morning, but there had to be dozens of them at least. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Œufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.3; Colectivo® Coffee RoastersCosta Rica - Santa María ~ 7.0; the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. Because "breakfastary" was already a completely madeuppery word of my own make-uppering, I decided that I could come up(pery) with even more stupid, useless words using it as the root. I have also decided that the "correct" pronunciation for this word shall be "pri-BREAKFAST-a -ree" (like with the first syllable in "preliminary"*) and not "pree-BREAKFAST-a -ree". If anyone has any problems with this choice... tough! Start yer own d*mn 'blog-thing then! *(How come you don't usually hear of many "postliminary results"?)
http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/ Place: Baker Street Bistro Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets) Hours: open for "Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am Meal: Pain Perdu - a brunch favorite! ~ two slices of cinnamon French toast, fresh fruit, strawberry coulis & crème fraîche; a side of home fries; and a large glassa orange juice
(I figured a couple of meteorological EweToobular juxtaselections were in order for such un Dimanche sombre.) To continue with the new year, new early-season work-out of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I rotated back over to Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Dimanche, 25ème Septembre, 2016). Thankfully, there was a bit of a détente in this morning's pluie diluvienne (however, the wind was still proving to be a bit of a holdover in the agreed upon abatement of climatic conditions). I was even lucky enough to find a parking spot just a block away right on Baker Street (just across Lombard Street) itself.
"Best bite of the year..." Do I really need to say any more? (Sure, this was only the third breakfast ["Brunch", whatever] out for 2017 for me, but I know that I will be hard-pressed to taste a better bite all year, anyway.) Les fruits du jour: oranges (oranges), ananas (pineapple), mûres (blackberries ~ pas une vraie baie), framboises (raspberries ~ aussi pas une vraie baie), bleuets (blueberries ~ une vraie baie), cantaloup (cantaloupe), pommes (apples), et pastèques(watermelon ~ aussi une vraie baie).
For condimentary supplements, Baker Street Bistro just has bottles of Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) on the tables. That is okay as I still have a few more new hot sauces of my own that I need to check out (and try to use up ~ probably by sometime in the year 2019). I used some Dat'l Do-It®Spicy Jalapeno Hot Sauce[1] on half of the potatoes and some Dat'l Do-It®Scorching Habanero Hot Sauce[1] on the other half of the potatoes (Thanks for both, Mom!). Neither one of these were mucho espicy (and have no chances of killing any poor, unsuspecting Korean busboys). I remember when there was a time (about twenty-five years ago now) when I thought that habanero chillies[2] were the hottest that I could handle. However, with the Advent (and I am using this word dans le sens religieux) of much hotter chillies in the 21st Century ~ exempli gratiā: Ghost Pepper/ Bhut Jolokia/Red Naga[3]; Infinity Chili[4]; Naga Viper[5]; Trinidad Moruga Scorpion[6]; and now the dreaded (and completely stoo-pid) Carolina Reaper[7] ~ I have become more climatised to habanero chilliesand can take a bit more pain (as in the English word for "misery/suffering", not the French word for "bread"). (not so much a) the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude Once again this morning, I did not see any of my feather-brained little friends. Hopefully, they were smart enough to just stay safe from the rain and wind, and hunker-down in their roost among the tall eucalyptus trees in the Presidio. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Pain Perdu ~ 8.2 (bien entendu) ___________________
