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7 Courses of Beef

This weekend, we've had a rain storm, so I've taken the opportunity to rest up after another long week. Unfortunately, that means there will be no chance to take pictures, though.

I was lucky last week to have my friend Chris visit from Boston. About three years ago, Chris, Anthony and I did some exploring in Oakland. I had just moved here from the Peninsula, and didn't know the city well. For some reason, we ended up heading east on International Blvd. looking for a place to eat. The only one open at that time in the evening (it wasn't really late, maybe around 7:30 PM) was a restaurant called "7 Courses of Beef", which was the only English phrase on the sign, at least. Not the most fortunate finding, since the three of us were nominal beef eaters and each ended up ordering the only item not containing beef on the menu, which if I remember right, was Pho with chicken. The food was fine, the restaurant was an experience of decor, plants and fish tanks, which, in my three years in Oakland, I haven't made it back to. Chris and I looked for it last week, but I mistakenly thought it was on 12th Street, so we didn't find it. I was on my way to class at Laney College though on Thursday evening, when I passed the 7 courses of Beef. It lives on, for those who feel that they really need 7 full courses of beef, which I'm sure is delicious, but that seems like a lot of beef.

In the beginning of April, I will be visiting the East Coast, so stay tuned for pictures and stories from New York, Boston and possibly, Baltimore.

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