San Francisco Dining

Now that the wedding details are in place and my flight to the Bay Area looms, my thoughts are now turning to what to eat the rest of the time that I'm in California.

Foodgoat and I are mourning the loss of Sushi Lovers in Milpitas and vainly trying to recall where the best burritos in the city are.

Otherwise, where to go? where to take our various visitors? I'm perusing the egullet forums for ideas. There are Nation's pies, for one thing. I'd love to go to the notorious farmer's market at the Ferry Building. Shall my adulthood official by having a cocktail at the Top of the Mark? A tour of the Cowgirl Creamery. Perhaps some sake bombs at Mas Sake, the Hooter's of sushi? A visit to the Point Reyes oyster farms. Oooh, an earthquake sundae at Ghiradelli Square? Early on we had in mind to go to the French Laundry, but somehow I think we won't quite make it.

Everything is Actually Only Four Things

Until last week, I had never had, nor did I have any inclination to try, an everything bagel. Onion bagel, yes. Asiago cheese, definitely. Everything bagel, no. Even though Foodgoat loves them.

Because an everything bagel would have, well, everything, right? Cinnamon sugar, garlic, raisin, pumpernickel, chocolate chip, the works. Why else would they all it an everything bagel?

But apparently I was reading it a little too literally. Everything really means just poppy seeds, sesame seeds, onion, and salt. And it turns out it tastes awesome. And now every morning I split a Thomas everything bagel with cream cheese with Foodgoat.