Zanbato brunch and bowling

Not the Mission Bowling Club.  This is Jesus from the Big Lebowski.

Erin, Samantha and I got together a few weekends ago for a rare sisters' day.  Erin and I crashed Samantha's work social event: Brunch and bowling at the Mission Bowling Club in San Francisco.  Before brunch, Erin and I finished off the Oreos sitting in Samantha's kitchen and watched Erin complete the unbelievably complicated task of uploading a video from Samantha's iPhone (I lost count of how many times I would have given up at various decision-making points/obstacles along the way).  We arrived at Mission Bowling Club and ordered drinks.  The bloody mary rivaled The Shady Lady (at the very least, it satisfied the minimum criterium of a pickled green bean on top).  For brunch we ate egg sandwiches, biscuits and gravy, and chicken and waffles.  As we waited for the rest of Samantha's coworkers to arrive, I spotted someone's chicken and waffles and determined I had to have them.  They were delicious.  I would definitely go back.

The Mission Bowling Club also accomplished the impossible by making bowling fun.  I know.  Pink bowling balls were involved.  Also, there was coffee and I had two bloody marys under my belt.  And I didn't have to pay for it.  There were lots of gutter balls, comfy bowling shoes and couches, and McKayla-is-not-impressed jokes. 

After bowling we went to Robby's and had frozen yogurt, popcorn, soup, and cold medicine.  Samantha beat everyone at Scattergories.  We watched the employees at the Apple store clean all of their various electronic devices after they closed.  I'd guess it took about 2.5 hours.

There are pictures, somewhere.  I need to start taking them, because it's probably going to be a long time before I see those chicken and waffles again.