photo: SexArt

The Sun in Sausalito

One meal leads to another

A chill fog rolls through San Francisco, but across the bay the sun is hot. There’s an Italian restaurant near the water, open to the air, with fans buffeting the warm aromas of brown butter and herbs within its three walls. He’s at a table alone, sipping wine and narrowing his eyes at an ostentatious car and the musclebound twenty-something struggling to park it on the street…