Slanted Door and the SF Pillow Fight

For once, food wasn't the most fun thing in my day. The San Francisco Pillow Fight was friggin' high-larious. Four or five hundred grown men and women, whomping each other with pillows on Valentine's Day. It really doesn't get any funnier than that.

Edit: A great photo gallery has been posted on Flickr. Those guys really captured the insane frenzy that consumed the crowd for all of fifteen minutes. The gallery is really fun to look at, and if you know what I look like you can spot me!

Surprisingly (to me at least), the fight did not get vicious at any point. Don't get me wrong, people were hitting each other pretty hard. But it was all in good fun, and I didn't see anyone get hurt. Most of the time it was just strangers running up to you and bopping you with a pillow. I got a few good wallops in, but most of the time I was laughing too hard to do any harm. Please bear with one day of non-food photos:

And a shot of the feather-littered ground:

Okay, so you're thinking this is totally unlike me, right? Walking out into public with a pillow and smacking strangers upside the head? I tell ya, it was liberating. My partner in crime commented that I seemed a bit too conservative for this kind of mayhem. Considering what Susan said a few weeks ago about mistakening me for a prim and proper Asian Girl when she met me seven years ago, I think maybe I just come off a little quiet and conservative upon first meeting because I really don't enjoy talking to strangers. Those of you who know and love me recognize me as a loud sarcastic bitch who hates stupid people, but I guess I try to hold that side back when I first meet people. Go figure! But enough about me. Where are the edibles?

We sandwiched the pillow fight with before and after drinks at The Slanted Door. I've never eaten or drunk there, but the drinks were tasty. Unfortunately, we were too excited about the upcoming fight to photograph our before drinks (the Phantasm and Buddhadrop). Here are our after drinks (the Ginger Kaffir Limeade and Martinique). I think the bar menu here has a definite citrus bias, but everything was well blended, not too sugary, and zingy. The Martinique packed the biggest punch, and the Phantasm was the most unique. It had a hint of after dinner mint that was very ephemeral--maybe hence the "phant" prefix?

The most impressive part? They had most of the pillow feathers cleaned up by the time we left The Slanted Door. All that remained were a few snow-like drifts.