The days of the 540 - this one's specially for Kera

So while waiting for my garbanzo beans to soften (so I can make Falafel, from SCRATCH), I was watching an old episode of Rachael Ray's Tasty Travels (does she own the Food Network now, by the way?). This episode was in San Francisco. I watched with tears in my eyes as she got coffee at the Ferry Building, lunch at the Pacific Cafe, sushi somewhere I didn't recognize on Union Square, dinner at Chow, pasta at The Steps of Rome and drinks at the Boom Boom Room. While I would have picked hundreds of places over the ones she chose, I still got a kick out of it. And then suddenly she was at the 540 Club — her recommendation for cheap drinks at a local neighborhood hang out. I began to sob! You see, the 540 was Kera's bar. During my dark days of her not having a cell phone, and me going on a date with every loser within a 10 mile radius, I thought of putting the 540 on my speed dial becuase I knew that if I needed to call her from the bathroom during one of my many awful dates, I might find her there. So Kera, darlink, your bar is famous.