I left my stomach in San Francisco
Over the weekend, I went to my friend's birthday dinner at a local Japanese restaurant in San Luis Obispo. From the way he talked about the place, and all the rave reviews from my roommate, I was expecting to be wow-ed. But sadly, reality fell short of expectations. I'm not a connoisseur of fine japanese cuisine, or of any food for that matter, but I like to think that I'm picky enough to know good food. This dinner was. . . okay. I could have gotten much more sushi for what I paid that night back home in San Francisco. My rainbow roll was about 10 dollars whereas I can get one with about the same quality for less than 7 dollars back home. Come to thinkof it, I think everything in better back home. There are just more choices for eating out: Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Vietnamese, Ethiopian, just about everything else. It's bad when I think that even the Mexican food is not good down here. Maybe I'm just homesick and not giving the fine dining of SLO a chance but I think anyone who has lived down here would agree with me.