Eric had a bachelor party to attend last night, so I decided to grab dinner for myself, while walking up the hill.  Prompted by Uncle Vinny and Ryan, a commenter at my blog, I stopped in at Saley Crepes.  I had an au  saumon savory crepe.  Aissa Diouf’s niece was making the crepes last night and mine was delicious.  Beyonce was playing in the background and a friend of the niece was chatting with her.  I read through this week’s Stranger and finished my crepe.  Since Saley does not offer alcoholic drinks, I wandered down to Faire Gallery Cafe and had a glass of $7.50 tempranillo.  I balked at the price a bit but it was a very generous pour.  Sheba, the owner and Charles Johnson’s daughter, was the bartender/barrista last night.  She has a disarming manner and I liked her immediately.  I agree that the furniture was shopworn, but this did not bother me.   Apparently, Sheba recently got married.  I intend to return to Faire, so Eric and I can sample some of their vegan-friendly sandwiches.  They have free jazz on Sunday nights.