Still in San Fran, limited posting options ensue. I was testing my better half about what she would recommend for a good bite. She texted me:
"pig cone"
I was convinced it was a typo until I spoke with her. It's definately a thing. Boccalone deli in the Ferry building in downtown SF. Their business card describes their work as "Tasty Salted Pig Parts." Straight forward and dead on, they do delicious cured meats. The cone I had was slices of prosciutto, salumi and other stlyes of pork that were crazy good. A sharp contrast to the sinful food I ate during the game. Yes, I watched.
This is gonna be the cutoff point, typing on my phone is not as conducive as I want it to be. More sober, less passion. Such is life. California is gorgeous.
