The day started with the boy I slept with the night before pressing his sweaty body against mine. “Go back to bed,” I say as I brush him away. Around 10AM, we start getting ready for our day: Brunch at Zazie, the DeYoung museum, the Legion of Honor museum, and a stroll through Golden Gate Park.
We get on the N line (the underground one – yay!) and head up to Zazie where we proceed to get plastered on “Sunshines” (a mango & champagne mimosa) while eating smoked salmon eggs benedict, Croque Royales, and lemon ricotta pancakes. We head to an organic pharmacy where we buy this weird fermented tea drink that’s naturally effervescent. Never trust a naturally effervescent fermented tea drink no matter how “organic” it may seem :P
We get on another bus to get to this Japanese garden. We find a secluded spot and he asks me if I smoke? Of course I do, but it has been about a year since I last did. What the hell… it’s my vacation, right?
The next few hours are a blur: I remember jumping a fence, finding a spot away from prying eyes and proceeded to have sex right there in this woodland clearing. It was beautiful. Something as raw as sex in a place as powerful as nature is an experience I think everyone should have. It makes you feel part of the world in a way that is entirely unique. I wish I took a picture. We were on this slope that overlooked this massive gorge just full of green and quiet. The sun’s rays shone through the trees above almost as if someone were filming it and there was a lighting crew creating special effects.
After we were done, we jumped back over the fence and went through “Hippie Hill”, which apparently is a place for vagrants who like to join drum circles. It was as if I had walked into a parallel universe – just like how I felt when I was in Japantown. In Japantown, everything was so peaceful and quiet. Here, at “Hippie Hill”, it was so free. People who had no jobs – who didn’t join the rat race of life – existing as if they were just part of some grand scheme, that Mother Nature would take care of them. It was odd, unsettling, and altogether refreshing.
I got back on the busline and headed back to my hotel to shower and take a nap. At 7PM, I wake up and get ready for my table for one at the elite French restaurant in SF – Gary Danko.
I have to say that Gary Danko was truly one of the highlights of my trip. I started with a glass of Riesling (the sweetest I’ve ever had with a nice lilt to the finish) and went with a 4 course meal: seared foie gras with rhubarb and caramelized onions (this is the best and most clear foie gras I’ve ever had in my life. So, I told my waiter to tell the chef that I thought this dish tasted like a Mendelssohn string quartet – all the flavors equal in their importance with clarity and refinement); sea scallops done two ways; roasted duck breast with lemon zest served with duck confit, celery root puree, fried leeks, and whole shallots. The cheese course consisted of a selection of 3 cheeses (although I got 4 selections because my waiter liked me :D) I had “drunken goat” cheese (a cheese that was aged in wine for 2 weeks so it’s outer rind is purple with wine stain and it also helps the cheese keep its moisture throughout – my favorite!), a cow’s milk cheese that has beta carotene added to it to give it a bright orange color which the King of France commissioned to be made so he could spot it across the banquet hall and use as a way to flirt with women), a fine gouda called “Midnight Moon”, and a semi-soft/semi-hard cheese that was also very enjoyable. These cheeses were served with grapes and crostini.
At this point, I was SO FULL. So, when my waiter asked if I wanted after-dinner coffee, I declined, to which he said, “Well, what will you drink with the plate of cookies the chef has prepared especially for you?” Apparently, the chef liked my comment about the foie gras being like a Mendelssohn string quartet! :D The plate came out and it was sheer decadence! Candied orange rinds, raspberry gelee, cocoa butter rolled in sugar, the lightest meringue ever, a slice of fudge, lemon genoise, chocolate soufflĂ©, and others that I couldn’t describe if I tried. Afterwards, my waiter came to me and told me that the chef said he wanted to meet me. So, I got a private, behind the scenes tour of one of the finest restaurants in SF. And I got to meet the chef and told him he was an artist, not just a chef, because his intent was definitely well-received! I told him that the foie gras was the most exquisite I’ve ever had and congratulated him. The chef sent me home with a “coffee cake” he prepared for me made with cream cheese, with an orange and chocolate soufflĂ© base.
When I got back to the hotel, I was not only decadently plump but also wired from the cappuccino that I had with dessert. The whole time I was at dinner, I felt so taken care of and really very fulfilled, except for one thing… this whole trip, something has been on my mind – I really wanted to share all of these experiences with Chris 2.0. I wish he could have been there at dinner to share in the amazing food. I wish he could have been on the bay cruise looking at the city as the sun set. I wish I could have shared all the sexual experiences with him and fallen asleep and woken up next to him in the morning in the hotel room.
I grabbed the phone and called him, even though it was midnight by this point. I professed my love for him and how I was tired of pretending like I didn’t love or need him. I told him how he’s the only person I’ve ever really wanted to be with since I’ve met him 3 years ago. I demanded that we be together because we are meant to be together. And then the voicemail ended.
His reponse? To be continued…