Turo Cafe and Grill
If You Know, You Know I’m watching Chamaca run around her room with a black wire wastebasket over her head, bouncing off the walls and furniture with no obvious impairment to her stride. She looks like the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I want to hear her say, “Tis but a scratch.” But instead she is repeatedly saying, “A cracker! A cracker! A cracker!” This is her indication that she is hungry, and in a few minutes, she will be hangry . It’s 8am on a Saturday in early November in San Francisco. There was light rain overnight, the ground is wet but the sky is clear and it’s 54 degrees, sun rays creeping over the rooftops. This is my favorite time to be outside, the cold air feels oxygen dense and jump starts my brain. Still in her pajamas, I wrap Chamaca in a sweater and we leave the comfort of our warm apartment behind. We are headed to a small enclave south of Balboa Park called Cayuga Terrace. Surrounded by Muni rail yards, situated on ...