Please don't ask for my photo.
In San Francisco this week. One of the the bosses of the du Monde, Lynda Zuber Sassi, the owner of this blog, asked the du Monde to drinks and to meet the “must be met” Lou Lesko. She looking elegant and Parisian in a gorgeous dress and over the calf boots. He looking like a cliché Californian with a white t-shirt under a v-neck sweater. At least he had good shoes. Hardly a saving grace, but enough to keep the du Monde from feigning a headache and abandoning the whole affair.
We find ourselves at the Wine Merchant in the Ferry Building at the port of San Francisco. Ms Zuber, a citizen of the city, walked here. Mr. Lesko took the ferry in from Marin clearly afraid of the Gestapo-esque parking authority of the San Francisco.
The du Monde enjoyed the atmosphere of the Wine Merchant and moreover was incredibly appreciative of the vast knowledge and kind demeanor of the proprietors. Yes, the du Monde loves to drink, but when it comes to the flavors of the vine – well the choices in California can be overwhelming. The Wine Merchant is a comfortable place to learn more or to put yourself in the hands of the servers.
The evening went well. That is up until the point that Lou Lesko, the photographer, asked the du Monde for a date to shoot pictures. The du Monde sloshed his wine around a bit in the glass before taking the final swig. “The du Monde does not submit to the camera. There are too many international warrants displaying the name Louie du Monde.” I took my leave.
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