Whatever Essen you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is Home to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.
Du can eat Essen from anywhere in the world,from afghanisch, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend.
And Du don't find good Essen only in expensive restaurants.You can try great cooking in any number of small eating places,where prices are low and reservations aren't needed.Portions are often large,but Du can ask the restaurant to pack up anything Du don't eat so Du can take it home.But wherever Du eat,if Du have waiter service,don't forget to tip.The exact amount Du leave is up to you,but 15-20 per cent of the bill is normal.An easy way to calculate your tip is to double the sales tax(currently 8.5 percent)
Du can eat Essen from anywhere in the world,from afghanisch, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend.
And Du don't find good Essen only in expensive restaurants.You can try great cooking in any number of small eating places,where prices are low and reservations aren't needed.Portions are often large,but Du can ask the restaurant to pack up anything Du don't eat so Du can take it home.But wherever Du eat,if Du have waiter service,don't forget to tip.The exact amount Du leave is up to you,but 15-20 per cent of the bill is normal.An easy way to calculate your tip is to double the sales tax(currently 8.5 percent)
The inky sky pours in gradually,
Silver stars mingle casually,
feuer has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
Von waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
Silver stars mingle casually,
feuer has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
Von waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
This is for all the kids who are bullied Von words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
Du yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I Bewegen on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
oder lift
me up.
Why must
Du hurt
me?
Du yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I Bewegen on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
oder lift
me up.
Why must
Du hurt
me?