I'm walking down the street of Bush and its late in the evening. I had just finished having dinner for my sister's birthday on Beldin Place, A hidden alleyway in the Financial District lined with restaurants and bars with tables closely twined together and hostesses in all black beckoning you to enjoy a wonderful evening in their company. Our reservations were set for B-44, a Barcelona devoted white table cloth beauty decored' in a rouge dim red gave off an ambiance that would satisfy the overwhelmed individual's thoughts of getting away. Specializing in unforgettable paellas and sipping on a 2004 Bodegas El Coto, the red wine warmed a family conversation that has been well past due. Minus one sister, we laughed and joked and caught up with each other as we ignored our cotillion polished manners and reached over and to the side to dabble over other plates of Arroz Negra, Paella B-44, Arroz a Blanc, a simple yet juicy baked chicken over mushrooms, and two different types of steaks, carefully watching one another to make sure the sleevesof our buttoned up peacoats didnt touch the saucy side of a ceramic dish. We dwelled over cafe and creme brule and a type of mini churro lady finger sticks with powdered sugar with a dipping dark chocolate sauce until we found ourselves scraping the sides of the saucer to get the lasting effect. 

After that, we walked together through the alley. As a family. 

And shortly after that, we said good bye to one another and separated ways suggesting next week we should do it again while Monica declared she was going to pick the next restaurant suggesting a favorite of hers next to the TransAmerica building. We all were excited about the idea, but knowingly, its very hard to gather all of us up for another outing.

I am 1 of an estimated 700,000 something people who call San Francisco their home. Realistically, I must be one in a million of people, counting those unaccounted for and such, who call San Francisco their home. I live a city life. Its a fast paced life full of more than one place to be at at a certain time. I am part of a city that prides itself in culture, prides itself in being an artisan, and boastful of individuals who all have something unique in their barrier. Everyday, I walk this fast paced wonderland, goals in my head, to do lists begging for attention, errands to run, and always a destination to be. We walk with our heads up, straight ahead, strong held and witted. And no wonder, there is always something on our mind. We flood the sidewalks with our soy lattes and teas in our recycled paper cups. We dress in layers and top it off with a stellar peacoat to brush passed tourists. We come with hairstyles that compliment us when the bay winds blow in and purses and briefcases full of our magic tricks. We walk fast. Everyone has an elegance to their walk. I do my catwalk with a sassy sway, a little bounce thats only for effect and I finish in heels. 

I lead a life of a city girl. Always busy. Very cultured. Open minded. Independant. Full of motivation. Self directed. Image conscious. Business mattered. Doing ten things at once. A true socialite of the city. 

Welcome inside my world. 

Jacqueline-Rochelle

www.b44sf.com