Breakfast in America

I have to get up early to move my car because Monday is street cleaning on Fell. I go to Whole Foods to look at the food displays and marvel at the variety of produce.

Wheeee!

Americans love Kale

And roots

 

 

I then stroll down Haight. A movie is being made. There are 100 people hanging around waiting. Movie making must qualify as the most boring job in the world.  My destination is the Pork Store Cafe, founded 1901, a cafe that serves only-in-America breakfast.

Stuff to put on food

I get two pork chops, garlic grilled with two eggs over easy,hash browns and English muffin. I know ,I know this goes against everything, but I love it. The servers are smiling and witty, the coffee replenished effortlessly, the food delicious and probably best of all is the rhythm. You sit down; a glass of water and menu is delivered. As soon as you have made up your mind, Oceanbreeze, my server is there and shouts “Pork chop!” to the cook.  The food is suitably, time wise,  there, sizzling from the grill.

Yay!

Oceanbreeze appears with the check just as you are contemplating moving on.”No hurry, take your time.” But the timing is perfect – I am ready to go. It is a masterpiece of stage management.

A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork. What is significant, and is so difficult for the urban stranger to understand, is that the two statements are connected by an and not by a but.

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