Dim Sum and City Lights

Yesterday we took a trip to SF. Thought we would take BART from Richmond, but no parking other than a shady looking lot across the street. Wonder what happens in a good economy. Parked in shady lot, got out of car and then realized it was $10 with all kinds of disclaimers re safety of possessions and self. Decided not so drove in.

Went to Chinatown to try Dim Sum. Gold Mountain on Broadway - based on say-so from neighbor/walking buddy par excellence. It was all that. Recommend baked bbq pork buns which we decided were neat sloppy joes (and, actually much better); fried (how can you go wrong) shrimp; broccoli, some other kind of shrimp in a wrapper not fried but still great. Stayed away from chicken feet, beef blood no matter how it was prepared, tripe, turtle head and some duck only because there was a picture on the wall of cooked duck with it's head still on...not sure why that is worse than headless but at the time it was. Maybe next time.

R said that, after he had said no to something on one of the carts, the cart pusher had the "I KNEW he wasn't gonna try this" look on her face.

Then walked down (or up - never knew how to differentiate) the street to City Lights booksellers. Neither one of us have ever been there and don't know why not. Bought 5 books between us and had to restrain myself at that. Bought and started reading On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Never read it, always wanted to, so now I am and glad.