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After a hard day of nothing much at all there ain't nothin' better than a big ol' hunk a pie and a big cup a piping hot black coffee. My pal James was up here for some boring work dinner thing tonight and picked me up for a late night snack over at Polk Street Station. I forgot how great that place is. Everything in there is trains; train set hanging from the ceiling that goes round and round, colorful train mural on the wall replete with inexplicable midget in a blue dress waiting to buy a ticket, train calendar, jiffy old train model over the cash register. Trains. Trains-trains-trains-trains-TRAINS! We watched the grill cook behind the counter wolf down a whole greasy plate of something RIGHT OVER THE COOKING AREA. We also saw a disturbingly boyish fat guy licking his lips manically as an ice cream sunday was being prepared for him. Oh, and then there was the 60 year old man with the video camera, wearing a Members only jacket. He went around video taping people eating their dinner and attempting to show them what he'd just taped. James and I discussed taking boxing lessons down in San Jose, while I had piece of hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Now I'm back at home and ready for a Yogi Bear type nap!