After work on Friday, I headed to the University Club of San Francisco in Nob Hill for a Young Ivy Alumni Mixer. It was my first time in Nob Hill, and it was cool to check out the neighborhood’s historic ritzy grandeur. I’m glad the University Club of SF doesn’t have a strict dress code like the University Club of NYC (one of the venues for last summer’s HRW Council Summit), so I could just show up as my normal casual self (after living out of a suitcase for an entire summer, I’m almost ready to burn my wardrobe and start all over agin). I enjoyed talking to other young alumni in the University Club’s gorgeous 4th floor lounge with sweeping views of downtown SF, and got to practice my Creative Commons talking points when addressing the inevitable question of “what do you do?”.
I spotted this piece of decoration/obsolete technology (photo below) at the University Club. Anybody have any idea what it is? It resembles a faucet and sink, but with a wooden box with upholstery inside instead of a sink. Weird.
After the mixer, I walked down California to my bus stop on Polk St. I was feeling a bit peckish after three Sierra Nevadas and a bit of cheese an crackers, so I stopped into Cordon Bleu (a Vietnamese restaurant with a French name and Cantonese-speaking chef-servers) for dinner. Cordon Bleu is the sort of the Vietnamese equivalent of a greasy spoon. It’s a tiny restaurant with a counter around the open kitchen where two Cantonese/Vietnamese ladies cook your meal. I had the “number 1,” which consisted of a few pieces of grilled pork, a fried imperial roll, cole-slaw like “house salad,” and “meat sauce” on rice. The meat sauce closely resembled my aunt’s Taiwanese “spaghetti sauce,” a slightly sweet, perhaps ketchup-based bastardized (in the best sense of the word) Bolognese with meat and onions. Perfect guilty pleasure gut bomb to cap off my Friday night.