The other day Peter and I had lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen. We had been going there for years only getting the two or three vegetarian pizzas on the menu when some time last year, we had a really sweet waitress who told us that we could order any meat pizza and they can make it without the meat.
Hmmm.
So of course now we get the Santa Fe Chicken without the Chicken Pizza.
It's a pizza with caramelized onions and you top it with guacamole, salsa and sour cream.
And before you say, "wha---What?!" Let me tell you that it is AWESOME.
I didn't know that you could put salsa on everything until I went to San Francisco. My friend Andrew took me to this little oceanside mexican restaurant and they served clam chowder (since it's the law in the Bay area for every restaurant to offer this chowder) and I noticed that they topped it off with a dollop of salsa.
When I first got the bowl, I kind of crinkled my nose. But let me tell you something. It was DELICIOUS!
Anyway, so we're at the CPK and Peter said that a white guy at the restaurant was looking at Peter's T-shirt and giving him the nastiest look. Peter looked down and saw that he was wearing his 1935 New York Black Yankees T-shirt.
It got us wondering if wearing that T-shirt is actually a political statement. I mean, does that mean that we were protesting the treatment of African-Americans during the early days of baseball. Because, I'm okay with that.
I mean, when I got Peter that shirt, I just thought it was cool. Who knew we were being subversive?
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Lol...oh man..crazythis thing about the t-shirt.
Ok, but we have some nazis here too who would take offense on things which would remind them of their loss..
I feel soooo ashamed to make them feel bad
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