Bringing Back The Bow Tie
Really warm nights in San Francisco are so beautiful and rare that feels preposterous to eat dinner inside. This is what drove Tony and I to Foreign Cinema. We had dinner under the stars while some vintage flick was projected onto the exterior wall. Food was beautiful as-ever - Tony had "the best steak in America" while I enjoyed a Tuscan bean soup and roasted beet salad. Deelish.
I noticed a distinguished older gentleman in a bow tie greeting a table and when he continued to greet another couple tables I wondered what his story was. Is he just really friendly? Does he know these people? Is he a relative of Orville Redenbacher (and I mean that in the kindest way). We ran into Mr. Distinguished on our way out and I couldn't help but compliment his bow tie. Just looking at him makes me happy. I think real, classic bow ties should make a comeback. Turns out he works at Foreign Cinema (perhaps as an ambassador of good will and style?). He buys his bow ties from a place in Vermont, they are hand-made. And don't even think for a moment there is a clip involved. He was so nice and insisted I take a photo with him. Pictures don't lie so I might as well tell you that I have a crush on him. My grandpas have been gone a long while so I am always interviewing for stand-ins. This guy is at the top of my list. After dinner Tony found a great get away car (also pictured) and then we picked up Jess and headed to Club Deluxe to watch Kristin's show. We enjoyed an herbaceous concoction of fresh squeezed ruby grapefruit, mint and vodka while taking in the burlesque show. Debbie and Toby joined us as we hooted and hollered. Kristin killed it - she has a new surprising number. And no - if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise. Unfortunately, the folks at Club Deluxe don't value the essential part of show biz called 'lighting' so I don't have pics of the performances. You'll just have to go in person.
