I had lunch at a place in San Francisco calling itself "Cafe Bastille," which has pretensions to being a "bistro." But the steak-frites I had there was tired and expensive.
My god, where is L'Express when you need it.
On the Kobe beef front, things are even more depressing. The shop that I expected to carry it, Enzo's, suddenly backed down and said they didn't have it, even after brandishing a frozen 1-2 pound frozen morsel the other day which they told me would cost $160. (I turned it down, but only in the hopes that they would be getting more in.)
So I put the feelers out and it looks like there might be some at an outfit called Andronico's, which I will visit maybe Thursday.
This is proving more difficult than I had anticipated! We might all have to wait until I go back to Japan in June.
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