Things I ate in San Francisco, and how bad they made me feel

Afternoon, reader. As you may or may not know, I have Crohn's disease. Odds are you already know someone who does. Lots of us tummy troopers are hiding in plain sight. What this means is that I have to watch what I eat, not because a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips, but because my innards are incredibly picky. I can't eat fresh chillies, for example (also because I don't like spicy food, but let's blame it on the disease).

Whenever I go to the US I inevitably end up with a tummyache for a few days, because by God, the yanks know how to make delicious food, and that is to put butter and sugar in everything. I am convinced that my limit on eating in America is two weeks, absolute maximum. Anything longer than that and I'll just die. As you may know, I was recently in San Francisco for GDC, so here is a chronicle of how bad I felt over time, with illustrative pictures of the food.