November 5, 2013
I’m working on cultivating a leisurely traveling style. I’m beginning to realize more and more that a rigidly scheduled trip with must-see destinations is just not for me. During this weekend in San Francisco, I only planned a couple of stops (all food-related, of course), and spent the rest of the time just wandering the city, stepping into interesting-looking thrift shops and bars, going over the Golden Gate Bridge because we had some time to kill, and generally taking in the air.
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.
October 24, 2013
I love this city so much. It has such a distinct look and feel, and we were lucky enough to experience it on a warm and sunny weekend.
October 21, 2013
SoPi. South Pigalle.
One of the big things that I miss about Paris is how a tiny sliver of the city can have its own distinct personality, completely different from its surroundings. South Pigalle, with its good coffee and music shops and its seedy past has that hipstery aura of fetishizing authenticity without going too far into the too-expensive bobo territory of the NoMa.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love the Marais — some of my favorite places are there, and in a very real way, it’s still my neighborhood. But it’s places like Glass here in SoPi, with its classy-ass drinks and artsy installations smutted up with just enough grunge, that had me switching to the metro line 2.
The art installation is embedded in the floor, to be danced and spilled on, if that gives you any indication.