About halfway through our dinner last night at Crazy Fish Sushi (Trib review) my wife and I noted that we don't go out anymore. By the way, Crazy Fish wasn't snazzy, but the fish seemed pretty darn fresh.
We are so boring that we walked up and down Central in Nob Hill and noticed about six businesses we'd never seen before. We'd walk in front of a new place and ask ourselves if it was a gay bar or not, and wondered why a place in the early 21st Century would call itself "Harlow's".
Then we went to an old friend, Burt's Tiki Lounge. All in all, an enjoyable experience. A friend was playing in one of the four bands on the card, Lousy Robot's the name, and a good time was had. One nice thing is that you can still hear yourself talk despite the crowd and bands, and that the super-strong Stone Ruination IPA (a 91 at Beer Advocate) was only $5 a bomber. Hell, it's that much at Jubilation.
Some of the bands were better than others, with Lousy Robot the best (okay Mike you owe me a beer), while the rapper group "Mantis Fist" looked like some Larry the Cable Guy does Beastie Boys parody, but I could be wrong.
All in all a pleasurable evening, and the wife and I decided we needed to get out from our Internet infested world and actually interact with humans more often. We'll see if that happens.