Joe and I took our ice cream to Dolores Park, where I learned that one of the higher elevation parts near the Castro is called the "fruit shelf" because the gays from the Castro sunbathe there -- often very lightly clothed. Ha!
Loved the view, though. My friend Robb, who is visiting SF from DC this week, met up with us here.
Merideth and Justin saw me out of town with a delicious dinner at Central Kitchen, which is also two blocks from their house. Lucky, huh?!
We sat at the bar since we didn't have reservations, and they were surprisingly full for a random Wednesday night. We had a cheese plate to start, which was awesome, and I splurged on the lamb, which was also incredible.
The waiters were really knowledgeable, and it was a classy place, for sure. It's pricey, though -- in the future, I'd consider it a special occasion spot, personally.