The weather was great. Much better than in New York. It was a balmy night in San Francisco. I was just glad to be on the "left" coast. It was my birthday, 2009. We had something light to eat for dinner in order to coat the stomach for the debauchery that was about to ensue. I can't remember what it was, but it must not have been that great. I think it was Thai...who knows?
I remember I danced all night. West Coast people know how to kick it. It was that laid back 90s hip-hop and R&B. You know what I'm talking about? That music that you can sing to, bop your head to, grind to, and enjoy all at the same time. Haha. It was a tight spot, elbow to elbow. To make it to the bar, you had put your Moses face on and try to part the Red Sea. I'm almost positive I had an LA Water, or 4. But you sweat it out... some of it... but then it hits you...
Next thing I knew, I was being wisked away in a Civic chariot. The owner of this machine is this fool I call my friend... let's call him Jack... Jack Paolopino. (*Anecdote - this fool drove from LA, where I was the night before, to SF just to party.) We were on our way to this casino in Colma, CA a town just east of Daly City. I should have known... we were headed for food.
"A casino?" you ask. Yes. What better spot to find food than a casino where everything is open 24hrs a day. Jackpot!
I must have fallen asleep during the ordering part, but look what I woke up to (or maybe this is when I regained consciousness).
Rub your eyes. Oh wait... my camera must have been drunk too.
From the looks of it, it's eggs over easy, over fried rice, with some sausage (aka Longsilog). And what's that on the side? I think that's chopped up pork innards and cheek on a sizzling plate (aka Sisig).
Well, I don't remember what it was like to eat it, but if I were to imagine it all over again it would go something like this. The egg yolk was silky smooth, kinda like butter. The egg white surrounding had this cripy outer edge. The rice was a little salty, but warm and filling. Breaking the yolk over the rice is the best part. The sausage is sweet and savory. I don't know what kind of spices they use, but it's definitely something divine. And the Sisig... what can I say? It's amazing what chopping up the most disgusting parts of a pig, frying it (with onions, hot pepper, vinegar, lemon juice, pineapple juice, ginger, garlic, black pepper, and salt), and presenting it on a platter can do for one's appetite. The saltiness mixed with the sweetness of the pork and the acidity of the lemon juice make for an inviting party in your mouth.
It was a great experience. Well worth the time on Haight Street. Haha... there are some weirdos up there.
Cafe Colma
1700 Hillside Blvd.
Colma, CA 94014
See the Menu
Cafe Colma = DRUNK EATS
