I was sick of the ever growing number of people telling me how much I would love San Francisco, so I went. I went via a plane trip, a stint in Los Angeles and then a winding drive under a perfect blue sky with my old pal Jon! That ever growing number of people had been correct. I did love San Francisco. I almost cried from envy when I found out the city collects compost along with the trash and recycling! I loved a place called Mission Pie. After months of disappointment, I finally ate an almond croissant in the U.S. that tasted exactly how a croissant amande should taste. I didn’t have to wear enough winter layers so as to be unrecognizable. I made a personal Mecca to Chez Panisse and tasted complex layers of flavor in a simple dish and a hearty bread. I sipped the city’s chocolate, and I jumped in the sand. I did love San Francisco!
PS: Thanks Jeanne and JT for being our hosts!