monk kettles

Last night I went to Monk's Kettle to bid farewell to Clare.

Well, first off, we went to Gestalt Haus because there's always a wait at that forsaken restaurant.

I didn't drink anything there, but had finished my dance class right beforehand, so I took out my bag of dried mango slices to nibble on while we waited. Clare and Drab were getting hungry, so they purchased bratwursts at this bar, splitting half of their wursts with me. Drab's had sauerkraut and mustard while Clare's just had ketchup. Clare's was definitely better.

We sat and chatted for a while until Malice checked down the block to see if our table was ready.

A few minutes later, they sat the 5 of us down to a table. We all ordered different beers, shared the charcuterie, my mac and cheese. What else did we get: pot pie (1 short ribs, 1 chicken), pulled pork burger, seared ahi burger, and a lamb burger. Tried almost everything, and was intrigued by my ahi burger and the subtle combination of flavors. Sushi on a bun essentially, minus the bite of pickled vinegar and the nose-clearing effect of wasabi.

I was feeling fine up to a certain point. It could have been due to the combined effects of not having had a large lunch (oatmeal and chips), plus dehydration and exhaustion from dance class, and dehydration from the beer. After eating so much, we paid the bill and were ready to leave. I was standing with Malice when I felt my throat getting caught, and it felt difficult to breathe. I knew what was going to happen, so I turned towards the closest bin and threw up everything I ate that night all the way to the mango slices.

Then the waiter got mad at me for puking in the recycling bin. I apologized. He still looked angry- he was assigned the task of handpicking bottles out of the recycling bin. Sucks to be him.

Anyhow, Leigh Ugh was kind enough to carry all my stuff outside while the gang waited for me. I washed my mouth out in the bathroom, and started drinking from the bottle of water in my backpack, getting lost along the way to Van Ness station. I made it back safely, but hungry.

This morning, I had diarrhea. Talk about embracing the shame into the next day...