Despite their intellectual agreement on the looming ban, the cooking meat made them both hungry. They strolled the rows of vendors, taking in the frying, broiling, braising, and smoking of all the soon-to-be rare meats.
“Oh my God, is that buffalo?” asked Diane.
Sam replied, “I think it"s technically bison.”
“What"s the difference?”
“I can"t remember. Let me look it up. Oh crap, no Internet here,” Sam said with dismay, phone in hand. “I thought there was Wi-Fi all over San Fran.”
A nearby vendor said, “Nope. Muir Woods has no cell towers. Protected area. And young lady, bison steak is delicious, and the ribs even better. Here come the crowds. May be your last chance. What can I get you?”
“Umm, we"re still just looking, thanks,” Diane smiled and pulled her boyfriend away. They strolle
