Last night. A Boulevardier cocktail with vintage service at Jack Rose Libation House, Los Gatos. We went to celebrate Nami’s birthday.
Happy Fourth and Happy Birthday Nami.

If you’re happy and you know it,
Clap your hands,
God knows why.
If you’re happy and you know it,
Clap your hands,
Not anyone knows why.
If you’re happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it,
Because your face is a mirror to what’s inside.
Over the weekend they added bike lanes to the bridge over San Antonio Street. Two weeks ago I encountered a road crew and blogged about it here.
As I approached the bridge two young guys were riding across with cargo bikes. It was forecast to be 100 degrees out and these guys wore dark jeans, t-shirts, and baseball hats. They carried no cargo, but the bikes were heavy. They had a hard time getting up the hill. One of the guys dismounted partway up, and walked his bike to the top of the hill, in the bike lane. I rode past them.
Where I come from, duty is a shit.
Falafel’s Drive-In is the best falafel I have ever had. It’s on Stevens Creek Boulevard in San Jose. The sign makes it out like the place is run by a person named Falafel. Signage errors are usually a plus for a lunch spot. The falafel balls are green inside because they use a lot of parsley in the mix. It’s owned by a Palestinian family. The hot sauce is famous, it’s not very hot, it’s based on harissa, but sweeter. It is good.

This is the menu. It’s been mostly the same. I always get the large falafel and banana shake., with extra hot sauce.
You get a number and take a seat, and it comes quick, they call your number on the microphone.
The seating area has a big mural and a bunch of pigeons live there.

