moving west

I've moved west! There are infinite food possibilities here. Unfortunately, I've mostly been eating lately. And riding my bike. I should say bikes, as I have two - a kawasaki ninja as well as my old specialized. But, I vow to start cooking again soon. More than a tamale out of a bag from the grocer on the stovetop, or a poached egg on greens. Or, worse, a peanut butter pretzel clif bar with a glass of milk. Followed by a glass of pinot noir with a chunk of mt. tam a few hours later. I have developed a wine problem, although I would prefer to call it an appetite. More on that later. SF food is better, everywhere. Trust me.