Now I’m in San Francisco, but so far I’ve just been napping.

Then I was in Mexico City.

I didn’t think it was possible to get tired of Mexican food, but you know what? It totally is. The pizza I ate when I got to San Francisco last night was ambrosial, and it wasn’t even very good pizza.

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  1. While I’ll agree with you that “San Francisco” and “Pizza” are not nearly as synonymous as say “New York,” “Chicago,” or, of course, “Naples,” there are a couple of hidden gem pizzerias in the Bay Area. Next time you’re in town and have a hankering for good pie, head over the bridge to Berkeley/Oakland. We’ve got the Cheeseboard Collective and Zachary’s.

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    1. I’ve been to Cheeseboard, yum. Last night I was dead tired when I got in, so I ordered from whoever would deliver to me and had more than one star.

      I’m in town for a bit, so please, share other recommendations (for anything)!

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  2. flour + water … on Harrison. Also? I totally miss your commentary on Le Tour de France. I hope your travels haven’t keep you from the lovely sportscasters and their descriptive powresses.

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    1. Ha. They have, a bit, but I plan on catching up this weekend — I bought the NBC sports package so I can watching everything online, and am unspoiled. So far, my favorite thing about the commentary this year is hearing Paul’s extended history lectures of the chateaus of France — they’re WAY longer on the uncut live coverage, because they have to cover for Phil’s commercial breaks. Hilariously educational.

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