14 May 2004
World Sausages
Last night, after our twice-weekly yoga workout at Gold's Gym, Paul and I had dinner at the newly-opened World Sausages, on Market at 14th where Cafe Cuvee used to be. I recognized one of the partners because he used to work at Rosamunde, so I asked him whether the two restaurants are related. They're not; he'd been planning to buy Rosamunde and "make some changes", but the owner decided not to sell. World Sausage is a new, separate business, and Paul and I were both impressed.
The sausages, from the Sonoma Sausage Company, can be had with or without a bun, with more topping options and sides than Rosamunde (though, sadly, no beef chili). I ordered a green salad that came with a wonderful, tangy dressing, so tasty that Paul decided to order one for himself. Our sausages were a little slow in coming, so the owner treated us to a sample of a new chicken, cheese, and tequila sausage that wasn't on the menu. Yum! Paul had the vegetarian kielbasa and I had the Hawaiian Portuguese (no bun), and we debated whether the owner is gay or merely Quebecois.
I'll definitely be hitting World Sausage whenever I pass by. It's fierce competition for Rosamunde, which previously had a monopoly on grilled sausages. But since Rosamunde is right around the corner from my house, I'm sure it'll continue to be a staple for me.
Meanwhile, my birthday was on Wednesday. I sure have some swell pals! They took me to Axum, one of my other favorite neighborhood restaurants, and then to Mitchell's for ice cream. Then we all retired to my place for fun conversation and shots of Dimple Pinch. We were up way too late for a school night, but that's what birthdays are for, eh?
Unfortunately, my bicycle met with some misfortune that day. The bike racks at work are woefully overcrowded, such that the bikes are all crammed together in a thick tangle. This creates some frustration. Wednesday night, when I went out to retrieve my bike, I found its rear wheel wildly bent. The force required to bend it this way is too great to be accidental. I suspect an incident of bike rack rage, with my bike the unfortunate victim.
I don't notice how attached I am to my bike until it's out of commission. Muni is okay I guess, but it doesn't offer as much freedom, exercise, or sheer pleasure as a bike does. Fortunately, it happens that I was planning to give my old bike away and buy myself a really spiffy new bike anyway! Tonight I'll visit REI and see whether they have it in the size and color that I want. If not, I'll just have to order it and spend another week or so riding the slow, lurching bus.