I have allowed depression to seriously paralyze my life. Dark days, lots of tears and uncertainty. Meanwhile, back in the outside world...
...it's not all crappy, right? No matter how bad it gets in life there is always an episode of "The Golden Girls" or "Scrubs" on. And it's always good to go outside and have some good food with the people that love you. Sometimes you just need to get through the meal but other times, something really magical happens.
I'm not quite sure how to say this but I guess I should just come right out with it. I have a new favorite restaurant in San Francisco. And I really wasn't looking for one, it just sort of happened. I went to #20 Perbacco and had the Salumi Misti Plate.

I never thought that cured meat could look this beautiful.
There was a story for each type of salami but I really don't remember each one. What stayed with me is the unique layering of flavors and distinctive textures of each salami. I tried two that were the more traditional hard salami type, that I was familiar with and they were still incredible. Another was referred to as a salami tartar, which 8-year-old Rebecca would be thrilled about, having often resisted the urge to eat raw sausage and was often found poking holes in the ground beef packages while grocery shopping. (Don't ask, I have no idea.) And once again, there was another appearance of lardo, the pork back fat that I first found at Pizza Delphina. Still excellent and still horrible for the arteries. But completely worth it.
I guess no matter how crappy I am feeling, I need to remember that its okay to just relax and enjoy a great meal, and it doesn't hurt if it involves 10 different kinds of salami. This was an incredible start to one of the most incredible meals I've eaten in a long time. Every course was absolutely brilliant. But that's another story for another time.
Love,
Rebecca