Anna organized this ride around finding the perfect sandwich.  ‘Starts in the Mission, ends in gluttony’ was the tagline.  We rode throughout the city getting ingredients in separate parts of town.  Cheese on Polk street, bread at the Ferry Building, tofu on Clement, etc.  We were going to eat the sandwiches in the park but it rained.  In the middle of summer.  Really fun ride though.

Hmm, which cheese tastes better, the cheesey cheese or the not so cheesey cheese?

Then we went to this market on Clement street that was the gold mine of good eats… if you like vegetarian intestine that is.

Now I like veggie food as much as the next guy, but for some reason when I’m ready to munch I’m probably not reaching for the vegetarian swallow balls.  Just sayin.

Mmmm, gizzard.

What the?!  Oh nevermind, I just thought I saw a swazi on that jar of  mushroom related product.  It must have just been my imagination.

We liked the Bison in Golden Gate park so much we came up with a song (like that fish-heads song).  ‘biiison, biiison, snuggly mangy biiison…’  It was the theme song of the day.  Someone mentioned something about dingleberries and now I can’t look at bison the same way ever again.  Thanks.

Had to quench our thirst/warm up/dry off at the Beach Chalet.  They make some pretty good brews.

In some cultures, randomly coming up face to face with a giant purple head means something really important.  I just can’t remember exactly what.

Crazy bike antics!  No joggers are safe.

Words can’t express how stoked I am to eat this sandwich.