Give Me Some Food

I thought The Big One had hit. You know, that earthquake that we Californians are waiting for? Felix and I were lazily sitting around on Saturday morning, checking email, reading the real estate section, maybe getting prepared to watch an episode or ten of Six Feet Under. Suddenly, all of our appliances (TV, computer, two clocks, fridge) made that shutting down noise that was replaced by a rumbling. I started to run for…what? Where would I go? Under the cheap kitchen table, or to the doorway by several mirrors? Did I want to die by being crushed by the kitchen set or by several chards of glass impaling my skin?

Of course, I didn’t have to choose because there was no earthquake. It was just that our power had gone out and the rumbling was the sound of the alarm in the elevator. There were a few people stuck in it. Sucks to be them. With no power, we decided to go outside and maybe hunt or gather some food.

 

Back when Felix and I used to go to bed past 7pm, we would wake up late and want some carb loaded breakfast. We often visited this place called the Java House. Felix calls it the Java Shack which is pretty much the truth. The place can’t be bigger than our one bedroom apartment, the kitchen is smaller than ours, and it looks like the big bad wolf might be able to do it some damage. Here’s the view from our table out the window:

 

Urban meets Marina. And toward the kitchen:

 

I like being able to see a restaurant's kitchen. It's like putting your cards on the table. This one seemed clean and efficent.

The Java House serves fluffy pancakes (Hotcakes) doused in butter with a little salty edge to them. They are the perfect food to soak up alcohol or if you’re on the sleep schedule of a different time zone. Right near PacBell Park (SPC, AT&T, Whatever you want to call it), it’s a great place to stop before the ball game…for breakfast. I can’t speak of any of the other meals in the day. I would imagine a hotdog or burger might be ok, but don’t try to get too fancy here.  In fact, I don’t even like the stuff they serve with Hotcakes. If you order eggs, I’d order them sunny side up, because if you order them scrambled, you will be served something with the consistency and taste of a paper towel. Felix gets sausage with his, which I think is too oily. Just get the hotcakes.

The Java House
Pier 40
San Francisco
(415) 495-7260
www.javahousesf.com