Top on my list was a trip to the Farmer's Market. Obviously nothing compares to the Ferry Building one that most San Francisco tourists frequent when paying a visit to the city, but the Sunset puts on a Sunday version that pulls out all the necessary stops as well.
There's nothing like some crunchy radishes with copious amounts of salt.
(And butter - as they do it in Europe!)
I'm not usually a stone fruit fan, but this time of year they are just too good to resist.
Next up was a stop by Arizmendi Bakery for a quick coffee and some freshly-baked, organic bread for later. This worker-owned cooperative has a cult-like following in the city. So much so that one time when I found myself in the Post Office around the corner asking for quarters for a parking meter, the woman replied: "We aren't supposed to give out quarters, but (glancing at my tell-tale brown paper bag) since I see you're an Arizmendi affectionado, I'll make an exception," as she slid me a roll of the good stuff.
Then I was off to Outerlands - a trendy spot that also garners cult-like fanfare. Brunch with 2+ in your party usually requires at least an hour-long wait (well worth it for their goods!), but as a singleton I slid into a spot at the bar and pulled out my Economist with zero wait time.
I opted for their signature brunch dish: Eggs in Jail - a pouched egg in their to-die-for levain toast topped with heirloom tomatoes and a piece of bacon.
Outrageously good.
While we will always love and very much miss our old neighborhood (Pacific Heights - where we first moved in together, got married and enjoyed newlywed life), there's lots of good hidden charms in the Sunset. Definitely enough to make a Sunday out of it.
xoxo
KK
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