We’ve been in San Francisco for three days now, and I’m yet to finish a meal.
Our first breakfast was at Sears Fine Food, where breakfast comes with hash browns. That’s at least three potatoes right there. Plus Southern corned beef hash, made with an additional two potatoes. Needless to say, I could not finish.
Dinner, Tad’s steakhouse, and one magnificent steak the size of my face, plus a baked potato the size of my head. Needless to say, I could not finish.
My plan for yesterday’s breakfast at Pinecrest Diner was just oatmeal. “Or perhaps cereal,” I said to Don, “but no more potatoes.”
“Scrambled eggs,” I said to the waitress after Don had ordered.
“Do you want bacon as well?” she asked.
“Oh, go on then.” Wisely Don said nothing. And of course the whole lot was served on the biggest hash brown I’ve ever seen.
Needless to say, I didn’t even come close to finishing.
I must say though, a big breakfast certainly keeps you going for most of the day. Yesterday morning’s potato mountain held us through until 3pm, at which point we embarked on a walking food tour of North Beach with Avital tours.
Oh. My. God.
Four courses at four fabulous Italian restaurant institutions. Rich tomato seafood stew, arancini balls, woodfired pizza, fresh ricotta filled cannoli. Sourdough bread. Red wine. Thank goodness we were at the top of the hill at the last stop and could just roll back to the hotel. With the leftover pizza and cannoli.
Because we couldn’t finish it.
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Ask for ‘Pigs in Blankets’ for breakfast – now there’s a culinary challenge for you both!
How wonderful to experience all this tremendous Italian food in San Fran. Yes, the meals are huge in America. You do learn to adjust to it and order very carefully after a few days. I am loving your adventures. I just adore the US of A.