Speaking of chutney, this past week also involved another trip to the symphony, but this time for some Richard Strauss. Before the concert, the Greek and I went to Dosa (a kind of South Indian crepe made from rice and lentils) for dinner, which was a nice mid-week treat. While the food was a little too spicy for my tastes (I like heat, but I don't like for my lips to tingle and for my mouth to burn while eating; food should be pleasurable, not painful!), it was still good and the flavor combinations were interesting: fennel and spinach, spicy calamari, tomato chutney and cocktails with hibiscus nectar, coconut milk and chili (I ordered the Peony; I also prefer a cocktail with a nice name).
The symphony was festive (see the skeletons?), but the Opera House was even more so; I was fascinated by the lights.
....but reality is always lurking just around the corner. Once the mid-week SF adventure was over, it was again time to return to the serious business of daily life--reading, studying, grading and, adding a most important thing to the list, apartment hunting. The Greek and I, who are planning on moving in together as soon as we a) find an acceptable place and b) have time to gather our belongings and set off into the great beyond (or something like it), attempted to see a place on Saturday afternoon. The whole enterprise was a huge fail--we couldn't find the place (Panoramic at Panoramic; don't you love labyrinthine locations?), it was raining, there were no signs...So, we drove to Walnut Creek, to a little "Bulgarian cafe", where we had crepes and coffee. We attempted to work there, but we were driven out by the cigarette smoke (yes, pockets of Eastern Europe--complete with nasty nicotine habits--exist even in suburban California).