Friday, May 23, 2025
Slept in. Breakfast at home: leftover mushroom quesadilla, two pixie mandarins. Walked and rode Muni to Recharge Medical. Removed old images from, uploaded new logo images to, and continued making edits to Google and Yelp profiles. Continued rewriting summaries of services and Phil's profile. Took a new photo of the front of the office and uploaded it to Google and Yelp. I lunched at Bellissimo Pizza: chicken parmesan panini, which had a perfectly toasted crust and was delicious. Vitamin Water to drink. Walked and rode Muni home. Napped. Walked to dinner at Flora King with Patrick. This was our first visit to this restaurant which opened in March 2025. We were seated in the back, which included wainscoting and a blue and white hexagon tile floor. This back room includes a large set of skylights which gives the space an airy feel. There is, very oddly, a drafting table set horizontally with three bar seats and incomplete place settings adjacent to a beige swivel chair that is commonly seen in a living room or a bedroom. The one seat on the side of the drafting table doesn't even have space for a person's legs. I'm sure that it was intended to be esoteric, but this table felt very out of place, and it seemed an attempt to make use of space that was too large for a two-top and too small for a four-top. When ordering drinks, our server was unable to answer basic questions about cocktails and wines on the menu—even describing what a certain wine was like. After accepting an offer of a taste, we ordered two glasses of malbec. We shared one veggie empanada ($10) and one beef empanada ($10). These were small for the price and delicious and accompanied by a vibrant chimmichurri. Patrick's entree was Francisco's Milanesa with side onions and tomatoes and another side of french fries. My entree was Tornado Tournedos. The milanesa arrived first, prepared to perfection. Then there was a long wait, perhaps 10 minutes, before the tournedos arrived. I cut into the first pork medallion to find it raw in the middle, but our waiter had already walked away. We waited another five minutes or so before he returned. When we reported the problem, he asked something to the effect of, "Oh, would you like that a little more done?" which to us indicated that he did not realize that pork served this way is not safe to eat. I simply said yes and please ensure that the veggies accompanying are also hot on the return. By now Patrick was almost finished with his meal. We waited another 10 minutes or so. My dish returned with an apology, and the meat was very slightly pink in the center—correct—and the veggies were indeed hot. My dish, now properly cooked, was delicious, and rich in flavor. For dessert we ordered the cuatro leches trifle, which Patrick enjoyed, and which I found not much to my liking because it seemed simply a jumble of sweet, soft textures. When we received the bill, nothing was comped, which indicated to us that they still had no clue of the problem with the tournedos. I tipped below 15% but higher than Patrick suggested because I felt sorry for the server who was not responsible for the tournedos error. In retrospect we probably should have said a bit more. We expect this restaurant to last no more than a year, but there's really no way to tell how much their investors believe in it. Walked home. We watched various YouTube videos including a recap of the Tom Cruise Mission Impossible films.