The 'Burbs

D and I need dressers. Now that we're cohabitating, it's the right thing to do; have some proper dressers for our clothes and sundry items y'know? Mind you, our stuff isn't just laying around in piles on the floor or anything--there are closets--but grownups have dressers, and before we get a dog, we must be assured in our abilities to properly take care of things, so we need them ok?
We got close once after a trip to Ikea--bought a matching set and everything--but after it took D five hours to put together the tv stand, also purchased on said trip, we decided the dressers were lame and promptly returned them. Who wants to put your panties and socks and delicate pantyhose in particleboard boxes that could collapse in an earthquake anyway? I don't even wear pantyhose, but I might someday.
Trips to Design Within Reach, EQ3 and Room & Board, were fruitless. Too cheap, too expensive, too ugly, too short, too fat, too not perfect...it felt like high school all over again. So, we took a trip to Corte Madera in the suburbs of Marin, our dresser hopes and dreams vested in West Elm, after seeing some potentials in the winter catalog. Annnd here we are, a week later, $1500 unspent (is West Elm furniture really worth it?), living our picky dresserless lives.
Of course there's a happy food-related ending to this unfortunate tale, and that is our discovery of a little breakfast joint we happened upon, called the Half Day Cafe. We didn't even know what town we were in, but a nice old man named Jackson told us it was Kentfield, and he even stopped by our table mid-meal to ask us how we liked the food, discuss Marin real estate prices, and tell us about the three businesses he started (hello suburbs!). The last time someone stopped by my table in the city, he wasn't wearing pants and needed a dollar to catch the bus.

Cute old guy aside, the food was pretty standard. D got the "Hong Kong Special," which didn't include a massage but did have fried rice with eggs on top; I got a potato mess with cheese and eggs and too many bell peppers. But we really got into the local spirit with the Half Day Dough Gods, which were deep-fried sourdough balls, kinda like doughnut holes, but not sweet and way more dense. They came with orange zest butter (yum), jam and honey for slathering, and we were pretty full by the time the rest of the junk showed up. The fresh pastries of the day looked like a good choice for the next time we get lost out there (orange currant scones and fresh biscuits), and the menu suburbanly referred to their blueberry pancakes as "blubes." Cute stuff.