get thee to GITANE :

ah, how sweet.

a weekend escapade.

running away to s.f. to see evie,

and try out her favorite new haunts.

first, a stopover to snuggle with mochi.

then, she led us down a dark alley . . .

not for the first time, by the way.

where we ended up at Gitane,

a little restaurant/bistro/boite,

with levels and secrets behind it's facade

that we couldn't have predicted.

the food was wonderful.

french/moroccan/californian

(you know how the west coasters love their fusion)

but the space was tiny,

romantic in a way i hadn't seen in quite some time

yet very modern.

about half way through the meal

it clicked how to describe the space, the meal, the experience.

if you were the person who was going to get married in mcqueen,

and only invite your sister, your best friend, your ex-lover, your current muse,

your producer, your portraitist, and your dog-walker,

and you believed in malcolm betts over tiffany any day . . . 

Gitane is where you would be married.

perhaps someday . . .