February 24, 2014
Before I left for Paris, I lived a few blocks away from Huckleberry. Somehow, though, I failed to visit until just before I moved away. I’ve been trying to make up for my negligence by visiting nearly every weekend since being back, getting runny fried egg and gruyère sandwiches or duck hash, and trying to save enough room to have a piece of rich salted caramel shortbread for dessert.
It’s a deservedly popular spot, and doesn’t take reservations, so be conscious of the wait if you’d like to eat in. Or, you can be like me and go at an off-time like 2pm. Or! You can get everything to-go and drive the mile or so to the beach and consume your comestibles while wiggling your toes in the sand.
October 31, 2013
Is there anything better than a good loaf of bread?
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Tartine Country Loaf. This is cult bread. The beautiful book that describes how to make this bread inspired me to raise my own sourdough starter. This is the kind of bread that people line up for, with the line snaking out the door and down the sidewalk.
Standing in line for the bread was totally worth it, but if you don’t have the time, at least pick up a croissant if you happen to be in the Mission. You won’t regret it.
June 11, 2013
There are places I walk into and instantly know I’ll be a regular. Soul Kitchen was one of those places.
I first headed to this little behind-the-butte café due to a recommendation from Jackie and I can’t thank her enough. I’m here at least a couple of days a week now, leeching off their wifi and churning out some work while the restaurant bustles around me. I’m sitting in my usual corner seat as I type this, actually, listening to their awesome soundtrack which today includes Alt-J, Rufus Wainwright, Woodkid, and Regina Spektor.
Charming without being cutesy, hip without being pretentious, Soul Kitchen is run by the Anzel sisters, the sweetest restaurateurs you’ll ever meet. They serve simple, homemade food that’s often vegetarian, using fresh, seasonal ingredients. I realized last week that I had accidentally been eating vegetarian for three days because of this restaurant — and if you’ve been to Paris, you know what a feat this is.
April 20, 2013
It’s been a glorious week. Not only has the sun finally decided to come out, one of my favorite people in Paris has been on vacation all week and we’ve gotten to spend long lazy days exploring the museums and doing silly touristy things.
Montmartre, terrace, apéros that turn into dinner… and the first pichet of rosé. Watching the buildings gleam gold from the setting sun, then watching the blue hour come on. Simple pleasures.