Best Birthday

I haven’t made a big deal out of my birthdays since my mother announced after my twelfth birthday party that there would be no more of them. I’d aged out. And nobody leaped into the breach. Not once since then has anyone thrown a birthday party for me. Not that I would have approved of the idea had it been presented. Well, until last July.

My friend Jeff felt that since this was my 80th birthday, it deserved being celebrated; and back at the end of June he talked me into letting him set up a restaurant dinner with friends, no presents. Well hey, why not? And then he went through my address book and got me to OK a handful of people we thought would be compatible. He suggested that we eat at Catch, a Castro restaurant on Market near 17th Street. Something like twenty years ago when the restaurant was brand new it was reviewed by the critic for the Bay Area Reporter. The reviewer recounted that she’d told her father that she’d be reviewing a gay fish restaurant. Her father inquired, “Where do they get the gay fish?” See, until fairly recently any restaurant opening in the Castro was labeled “gay” even if the owners, chef, and most of the clientele were straight.

Once I’d OK’ed his invitation list, Jeff took care of everything. Well, hey, he’s an organizer and a very good one. The next thing I needed to do was show up at my apartment door on the evening of my birthday with my hair combed so he could drive us to dinner.

Catch is a great place to eat in these COVID times because the entire front wall is sliding glass windows down to about knee level, and if you have one of the tables at the wall, it feels like you’re outside. See, if you stretch your arm out, the hand is literally outside. They’ve also added parklet seating with an excellent design that blocks the wind. We got a pair of tables right in the window.

My great fear was that I’d burst into tears since it had been nearly seventy years since anybody’d thrown me a birthday party. Kept a stiff upper lip, though, and had a wonderful evening schmoozing with old friends while eating delicious food.

And yes, I meant it when I said “delicious”. Two of us opted for the fish and chips, and we agreed that the dish was superlative. I’d never eaten fish battered and fried so lightly, and it was right up there among the best I’d ever eaten. It was so good, in fact, that since then I’ve gone back twice for lunches with friends. While the fish is always wonderful, the chips are merely good; but if they rated as high as the fish, I’d kill myself eating them.

This was a memorable occasion for me. What could be better than eating delicious food in a lovely setting with dear old friends? I’m dredging my memory to come up with a happier evening.

Meanwhile, here’s a shot of the side of Nihon, a sushi place on Folsom at 14th.

Note: Folks, I seem to have forgot how to insert graphics. It was fun while it lasted.

And OK, the other side:

There’s a lot between the lines here since the restaurant is vegan. Yep, oxymoron city, sushi without fish. And in that case, why have two fine murals depicting finny friends? Don’t ask. I didn’t.

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  1. Jeff
    Posted 14 September 2021 at 10:56 | Permalink

    And it was a delightful evening, spent with your good friends, some I hadn’t seen in over a decade – but more importantly, it was a treat watching you relish in being the birthday boy for the evening. A memory I’ll continue to gleefully savor.

    • Posted 15 September 2021 at 17:26 | Permalink

      I sure did enjoy myself that evening, thanks to you for setting it up.

  2. Carol
    Posted 19 September 2021 at 19:57 | Permalink

    So sorry I wasn’t able to make it. Glad it was so festive and you were
    celebrated!! Hope we can schedule a time for a belated birthday!

    • Posted 12 January 2022 at 11:33 | Permalink

      OMG. I just dug into the Comments section on WordPress and discovered a string of comments waiting for approval. Apparently the WP widget that alerts me there’s a comment awaiting approval has failed. Sigh. So anyhow yes, I’ll email you to set up a lunch since I’m dying to see you.

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