It’s called the City and it sits on the Bay. First you get to Altamont Pass . . . coming over the Bay, you see Alameda, and then the Oakland Bay Bridge, ships, the City, and a plane taking off from Oakland passing underneath us. Continue reading
I’m a simple man. I value simple things. Two fried eggs, prepared in butter, a slab of cheddar, dry toast or bread, and a cup of coffee with cream are heaven’s manna.
A fine steel pan is an integral part of this meal from heaven. I worked through much of my undergrad life as a short order cook. I thrived on the grease burning precision only achieved with hot steel . . . Continue reading