Vietnamese noodles, bayside
Aug. 22, 2004
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On a sunny, summer, Sunday afternoon in the Sunset,
there was no place to park near the Vietnamese noodle
restaurants. So I dumped Jen at a corner and circled
a long block, and by the time we had made our way back
around, she was out front with noodles in styrofoam.
We drove on up through the park, and out to the edge of
the Presidio, near the St. Francis Yacht Club, where
we made good use of the Eurovan's table to have a
cozy picnic lunch, followed by some salty play in
the bay's surf.