Keeping in good tradition with a cursed Valentine's Day, I woke myself up this morning by throwing up. Had to miss dinner at EOS tonight, call in sick to the restaurant tomorrow, and I've been laying about the house for an hour between bathroom breaks. Luckily I have a sweet Valentine here to take care of me (this picture is to the damage he did at all-you-can-eat pizza night at Goat Hill in Potrero Hill last week).
Last night we went to Eldo's in the inner Sunset, and I don't think it was anything I had there; he had the same things. We split a chicken club with fries and then didn't eat very much off a plate of carne asada nachos because the meat tasted funny. Maybe it was the two pints of stout that did me in (he drank Pilsener), or a delayed reaction to a bad oyster (which I don't want to believe, because I ate a dozen oysters two nights ago at my very own place of work).
What an interesting way to start a food blog. With food poisoning. Blech. Have gotten out of bed for the first time today to check email and post this.