Friday night about town

Last night Forrest and I double dated with Hollis and Sal by going to dinner at Jackson Fillmore on...yes you guessed it folks...Jackson and Fillmore. It's a tiny little Italian place that only takes reservations for groups larger than 3..muy interestante. Food was pretty good although the portion sizes were a little small...the complimentary bruschetta -- HOLY CRAP! That shit was GOOD[1]. Afterwards we cruised over to Sal's pad in Pac Heights for a glass of wine and banter about who's family is more ethnic and overbearing competition between myself and Sal....I think it was a tie.

Afterwards we met up with Chester, Adam, Elliott and Stephanie (visiting from NYC) at Romolo in North Beach. It was amazingly quiet at Romolo...actually it was a quiet night out in North Beach in general. I haven't been to Romolo in over a year and a half and before anyone else gets a chance to say anything, I am gonna say it...last time I was there, I was LOADED and made some apparently bold statements that I am consistently reminded of. So first off I told Chester and Ninos that their friend (Forrest) was cute...they got SUPER wierd (they are worse than girls) so I said that I changed my mind and he was ugly because they are so F-ing wierd. Apparently there was a second statment, but I don't remember saying it...I apparently said I would totally make out with Forrest...oh well..big deal.

[1] "load"ed comments because there was a lot of talk about poop for some apparent reason. We also talked about burping and farting...yes, the dialouge of enlightened minds