Letter From San Francisco #2

I just had a bowl of cherries and a glass of the freshest, creamiest whole milk I've ever tasted, and then I was laying on the bed thinking about how I'll be back in New York in three days and planning the week ahead a little and suddenly it hit me: I'll have to go to lunch every day... Get dressed up, discuss business, etc.I've been out West for almost a month and I'm all country now: wearing my glasses instead of contacts, not shaving my legs, etc. And I'm not complaining at all-- I miss my life in Manhattan more than I thought I would, and it won't take me long to slip into some heels and call a car service to take me to Market Table or Pastis, whoever can fit us in on Thursday, but all I'm saying is, I'm gonna miss things like the taqueria down the block and the maple-bacon donut at Voodoo Donuts in Portland.There's something special about a leisurely stroll into a place where five bucks hits the spot.