Pre-race dinner Friday night:
Dry-aged roast & Yorkshire pudding, courtesy of our roommate, the Master of Beef:
(Seriously. Any time anyone asks me what my favorite steak house in San Francisco is, I say "My house.")
Fresh-from-the-farmers' market salad with homemade dressing, courtesy of his lovely lady:
Eleven-year-old Turnbull Black Label Napa Cab, courtesy of Don:
Some people say you shouldn't drink alcohol the night before a race. Well, eff that noise. If there's beef involved, there's damn well going to be some cab up in this bee-yotch.
In short...
...it was a good night.
The recovery meal was brought to you by the letter T, which, in addition to "Ten-K Winner," also stands for....
...Taouk (Lebanese chicken kababs) with toum (garlic sauce) & tabbouleh
...Turkish meat pies
...Toasted polenta with Tomasso's marinara sauce, gorgonzola, & fontina
...Tomato tartlets with basil & mozzarella
...Tuna tartare
...Potato, onion, & egg tortilla
...and tres leches cake for dessert.
Yeah; it was a good weekend. :)
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