An Evening Post. We went to a local restaurant tonight, on Grand Avenue in the Lakeshore district in Oakland, California. It’s a second venue of the gaining-more-and-more-acclaim Pizzaiola not too far away. Rather than name it Pizzaiola 2, they call this one Boot and Shoe because it’s in a space that used to be a shoe repair shop. It’s a convenient 5 minute drive or a 20 to 30 minute huff and puff walk from our house; we drove. We shared a nettle and shaved asiago pizza and a plate of meltingly tender pork slices nestled on a bed of most perfectly tasty lentils topped with a house made fennel sausage. With two beers and an inexpensive, but good, glass of wine, the tab was 45 bucks. That included tax and a not ungenerous tip. How could it get better? Well, it did when we walked out. On the sidewalk outside the door a five person band had set up and was playing groovy music. We had a short sit (there were 3 “audience” chairs), then headed home buoyed by an unexpected magic, inside with the food, outside with the music, that lets you set aside the cares of the day for some moments and arise to meet the next day with good cheer.