My buddy Arnold will blah blah blah about Thomas Keller and bone marrow chicken and ad hoc this, pork belly that… but I found the perfect lowbrow meal this evening that may explain why I’m currently having trouble shedding the baby weight (going on three years now). Saturn Cafe recently opened a Berkeley location which means it’s something Nicole and I can agree on as a virtually fuss-less spot (located somewhere between her beloved Herbivore and my tendency to eat a can of beans over the sink). I’m not saying they are reinventing the way food is made and served, but they are putting nachos over fries, and that is exactly what I wanted to eat tonight.
And then Zoe did something cute.
