Mission View in Fremont

I’ve never seen Fremont.  I’ve seen it a few times on a map; I heard of a friend of a friend coming from Fremont.  I knew it existed but just never seen it.  Surrounding it are green hills and forest highways.  There are rivers.  In the residential districts there are good looking suburbs.  There are…

Logan Review: Spoiler Alert

Unlike everyone else, I spent the time to watch the entire credits roll after the film.  I didn’t know whether there would be an end credits teaser, but highly expected that there wasn’t one; there shouldn’t be one.  The movie should end and that should be it; for this movie especially.   I guess I…

Lake Merrit Farmers Market: Listening to Kaleo

I found her walking across the intersection, early afternoon, coils of long brown hair behind her thin figure; the tips of which were dyed blonde.  The blonde tips were new but as soon as I saw her, I knew I remembered her.  From my car window I called out her name.  Her expression bursts in…

Destination Unknown

I spent tonight looking up popular food bloggers like whiteonricecouple and localmilkblog.  Outside the similar effects that they use for pictures, I noticed that they also blog about recipes.  It got me thinking about where this blog is going.  I definitely don’t talk about recipes.  Outside of music and art, my blog so far has…

Brazil Cafe

There’s a small shack just outside the Berkeley campus whose ability to survive throughout the years is rather exceptional.  With its predominantly yellow, brightly colored walls, its tattered gray sandpaper roofing, The Brazil Cafe sits just outside on the parking lot of a bike store.  I’ve heard good things about the small shop, although its…

First Fridays in North Beach:  San Francisco Art Murmur

I guess they used to call it the art murmur.  It seems like more people call it First Fridays. In Oakland, not San Francisco, they close down several blocks down Broadway.  Food trucks line the roads.  There’s a carshow featuring muscle cars that people take pictures in.  There are dunk contests.  Every bar has live…

Caffe Greco

I guess I ordered the tiramisu at Caffe Greco so I could arrogantly scrutinize it by saying that it doesn’t compare to Rome.  Really, it’s fine.  The flavors are there.  The chocolate and coffee blend is close or even identical to that which is used in Rome.  The lady fingers have the right texture.  Its…

Commissure: Underground Post Rock in San Francisco

There was a time when we spent our weekends crowdsurfing across an ocean of flannel and beanies, excited by two dollar PBRs, the headlining ban playing in a dim lit room only illuminated by a blue fluorescent rope wrapped around the stage floor of the headlining band.  Those were the times when we found music…

Cafe Murano

Although Yelp says otherwise, there’s a cafe on Sutter and Steiner that seems like it could be easily overlooked.  It’s a quaint cafe.  The interior resembles a sort of French artistic spirit: the walls look as if they’ve been painted over and over with the same primary colors, above the tables are those old discolored…

Pappys: The College Sportsbar scene in Berkeley

She was a beach blonde girl wearing a thin university jacket.  She was waiting for her order.  At first I hadn’t really noticed her.  I was more interested in the massive salad in front of the middle aged man sitting two seats down from her at the long table.  After awhile, it seemed like my…