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WD-50 is not a great restaurant. Out of nine courses on the tasting menu in place when I ate there, I enjoyed probably three. The first shouted "Hey, I read about that Adria guy!" and consisted of carrot juice or soup stabilized by calcium chloride and sodium alginate over a similarly thickened disk of coconut milk. I don't remember the name, other than that it included "over easy" so you can easily visualize the presentation. It was quite good.

I also enjoyed the miso soup with soba noodles. It was a normal white miso, all of $.30 of paste and hot water at home, but the soba noodles were delivered in a squeeze bottle, still in semi-liquid form. I squeezed the pre-noodle goo into the hot miso soup and made my own noodles. I should like to declare that I was well along in the wine-pairing part of my meal, and the clumps were a result of my reduced coordination and the small size of the vessel.

I'll be heading to Manhattan (with a brief side trip to Philly Monday) and back to San Francisco Wednesday. I'm thinking of hitting WD-50 one night, and that leaves another night for some other food. If you're interested in either, or want to head for a drink, drop me a line.

So, first of all, a little backstory. Actually, never mind the backstory, because you don't want to know how Kat and I got piercings at the same time ten years ago or so.

Anyway, Kat decided to take out her navel ring a week or two ago, and was wandering around tonight, trying to stick her stomach out.

Her: I would have had to take it out anyway if I got pregnant, because I've heard they give you really bad stretch marks. Eventually, if you leave it in long enough, the pressure would end up pushing it out.

Me: Eww, you'd have like this bifurcated bit of skin above your navel!

Her: Yeah. Apparently, the stretch marks make a starburst pattern.