'C' is for Capp's and Completely absent Paul

BAM. Italian food. We gathered at the small, historic Capp's Corner, deep North Beach area. So deep, I was half an hour late. Some may say I have bad navigational skills. I actually just take my time - do a couple of laps before I commit to parking. Foulkes was missing. We hoped all was well, but imagined how much more interesting this blog would be if he'd really been murdered. Not the case. He was trapped in an apparent apartment drama. But nobody was hurt except the chair at Capp's waiting for Paul to sit on it.


We ordered a bucket of soup. Literally. I think it was Minestrone. Regardless, it was really good. The breadsticks were as big my legs and they kept coming. Constant bread. I like that. Then came a salad, also served in a bucket like apparatus. Thumbs up.



On to the main courses. Tyler got Lasagna and took it down fast. Veal Milanese was Blythe's choice, and they had a good time. I even had a bite, and yep - breaded and vealy. A couple of Chicken Parmigiana's were ordered and - more bread. The only bad choice was unfortunately mine. I got Linguini with Steamed Mussels and Clams, and then pulled over on the 101 and chirped all over the freeway. Ahh... good times. The food was yummy/heavy/Soprano's minus the money italian and I give it a 7.26. We then compared stomachs (jordache is growing) and eyeglasses. See you all at D.

B is for Meat

The chef slash owner greated us. What a guy.



We did it! Zupper B! And god damn - I'm still full. We arrived at the tourist filled restaurant and were seated promptly. I was so happy to see everyone, I didn't notice the decor (demonstrated in the above pics) until we exited. Huge photos of super-late thirty somethings partying in the bar. Two broads servicing a milk shake. Amazing.

A couple new monikers were discussed. Drinks were ordered (after Jomo spilled the news about little Jordache). We got a round of definitely palatable appetizers. Among them - breadcrumb covered pickles, some sort of poppers, and well, something else fried. I ate the fried part off the pickle then put the limp cucumber on my plate.

Next came the MEAT ordering. All I know about Kobe is he's a Laker and a rapist, so I stayed away from the Kobe Beef burger. Tyler wasn't afraid and ordered it - no hesitation. I got the Angus Beef burger. It was meaty alright. I must say, the highlight was the onion rings. I think I lied to the pregnant Jocelyn when she asked 'has everyone had one?'. I shook my head and stuffed it in my mouth. Delish. Ian was awesome. As I explained we named 'Van' - 'Evan' to avoid family griping, he let me know Evan Morrison had the same problem. And of course, Mango, well, he ate his burger, drank his shake, and kept on going. I don't know what that last sentence means, but I wanted to mention Mango.

All in all, the sixth floor of Macy's sorta disappointed, but the company - as always - was like family. See you all at C!!

First Dinner A Sucess.

I assume?! I have no idea if the food was good. Nor do I know if you enjoyed yourselves, or ended up brawling in the streets. But this is our blog, and here we will document our adventures until the final letter, Z. Regardless of Double Dragon absentees.