RAVE - Tokyo Go Go

Last night's fabulous dinner at Tokyo Go Go was the perfect example of how the right company can lift a decent restaurant experience to a 5-star high. After our initial disappointment at not being able to get into Monk's Kettle ("a 2.5 hour wait for a table, sir"), Bar Bambino (2 hours), Andalu (1 hour), our reservation-less group: Felicia, Pavey, David and I were able to glide into Tokyo Go Go.

As all of these restaurants are within 50 yards of each other, and represent a fraction of the other places you could hit with a paint gun from the corner of 16th and Mission, it underlines the area's position as San Francisco's Number 1 area for night-life.

I'm not a sushi fan, preferring tempura to sashimi and vodka to sake, but last night the oysters were spicy, the rolls were crunchy, the shrimp was succulent and the sake flights sparked debate like we were sampling fine wines.

David convinced me that it was good idea to get up early this morning and meet him at Hanson's place for a day of US soccer, college football and the crucial Ireland versus France World Cup qualifier. What did I do? Stayed in bed, made breakfast at 11am and vegetated until posting this. I'll catch you later David. Perhaps.