We ate.
And ate and ate.
Then ate some more.
It was absurd. We took eating to an artform.
No, really. One day…just because it was there…we snarfed Mondrian cake.
When we went to Tartine, I got a Morning Bun, just as I was told to do. Then, just because it was there, I got a cup of seasonal bread pudding. Take a closer look at that action…
I’d never guess that I’d voluntarily eat a sardine but when Chez Panisse touts a prix fixe… That night it was bucatini with sardines, pine nuts and all sorts of goodies I can’t remember.
Truthfully, some of our foods were on jackets and sweaters….not just plates.
And sometimes food only needed fingers.
Paper plates and raw seafood, y’all.
Of course I had to visit Bi-Rite Creamery.
And we ate food in bowls. This was, maybe, the best breakfast I’ve ever had. Ever. In my life. And I’m a fat kid. Who works in the restaurant world. Just. Saying.
So…yeah. You get the point. I’ll stop now.
oh my god, mmmmmmmm, but 🙁
Beautiful pictures of amazing-looking food! That bucatini looks incredible!
It was SO good. Reminded me of how much I like pine nuts. They are tender little tears of butter.
Are you freaking kidding me with that Mondrian cake?!?!? That’s awesome!
I’m glad you said that! (Thereby letting me correct my spelling…) Kids have been fascinated by it, too. I guess that means I get to try giving it a go at home one weekend!