Last week was I.’s birthday and we went to Chez Papa in Potrero Hill, one of our original haunts, to celebrate.
As we have for years now, we ordered the same thing: a green salad to start, the lamb en daube for our main course and sides of emergo beans (with pancetta and truffle oil accents) and frites with aioli to round it out. I drank red wine, as always and I. drank sparkling water.
If you’ve never gone to Chez Papa, or never had their lamb en daube, do it now. It might just be the perfect meal.
And afterwards SBC Park was kind enough to put on some fireworks for I. and I. Yes, the fireworks are those tiny balls of light behind the damn street light in the foreground.