The next morning I went out into the city. Market Street would get my attention today. And yes, I tested my thigh power up some of the hilly streets too; it was time to really explore my options. I knew I must get a profitable routine kicked into gear and very soon!
I found an Indian restaurant on Jones Street and I noticed their business hours were dinner only. Still I was able to enter. I asked to visit with the manager and it was quickly arranged as that same man in the rather plain dining room was one of the owners.
Here was a bearded American man named Bill and we spoke for a few moments. He told me that his friend/business partner, also an American, was the cook back in the kitchen. He was married to an Anglo-Indian lady and it was she who guided him in the art of her Indian cooking.
The other man, Jack, came out too and I spoke mostly to him, asking questions and sharing my experience. He explained they were a young business and proposed to start me with only tips and food for pay.
“If you are able to build our customer base, fill more tables then we’ll negotiate guaranteed wages,” Bill told me. As it was relayed to me, Bill was the financier of the restaurant and Jack had the Indian influence. I seriously considered the offer.
I’d assured the two gentlemen I’d come back by the end of the week if I would accept. We parted company and then I strolled around for a while to see if anything else would call to me.
Obeying the pangs in my stomach, I found my way to a nice lunch at one of many local Chinese restaurants.
Well it’s still winter and nothing sounds better than a good nap after a filling lunch so back to the hotel and up I went for a nice, deep afternoon rest.
Not long after I got up I received a call from the guys I had gone to the farm with. They asked if I was doing all right. That was real nice. Then they must’ve told the other guys who stayed in the city that I decided the farm was not for me and came back.
I got a call from them offering their company. “Hey let’s go get coffee and do some window shopping!” I certainly appreciated that but realizing the need to focus on the things I must I graciously declined, telling them honestly that I wanted to feel out the city on my own for a couple of days.
Their response reflected understanding, their disposition most cheerful. The guys offered their local telephone number so I should call if I needed anything. That was so kind.
I spent that evening walking my neighborhood stretch of San Francisco, observing this part of America, my current residence, so far away from my youth and my previously known comforts. All this would now have to become part of the graduated me.
I would serve myself warmed leftover Chinese for dinner. A nice hot shower would lead me straight to bed and it was lights out.