Six meals a day is all part of a balanced healthy diet, right? You need 4,000 calories/day while walking over San Francisco….right?
After a ride on the BART with a dude so crazy I can’t adequately capture his nuttiness (Picture a normal guy moaning “Clay pot fish numba wonnnnnn” to a Chinese lady beside him and you might get close) we arrived at Tartine Bakery. 2000+ Yelpers can’t be wrong. 2000+ Yelpers also probably warned us of the gigantic line we were about to face too, but that’s neither here nor there.
Sunday brunch, on Mother’s Day no less. By the time we ordered, it was all Mackie and I could do to not just point and go “Uhhhhhhhh” when the girl took our order.
A slice of swiss chard quiche, brioche bread pudding with strawberries, and a banana cream tart gone LIKE THAT.
After walking it off (aka walking a few blocks down the street and creeping on other peoples’ dogs at a dog park) it was deemed ice cream was in order. Enter Bi-Rite Creamery and Salted Caramel .
This is where it gets awesome bad. We literally walked from Bi-Rite TO ANOTHER ICE CREAM SHOP. This miiiight have been 45 minutes since Tartine Bakery.
Humphry Slocombe, home of infamous flavors such as Prosciutto (surprisingly awesome and not bacon-y like I would have guessed,) Olive Oil (ehh,) Secret Breakfast (bourbon + cornflakes – not quite Tony the Tiger) among others.
Needless to say, we were stuffed. Which makes the fact we crushed tacos from a taco truck all the more ridiculous.
Thankfully, the binge only lasted one day. Otherwise, we would have died.
OHHH WAIT – forgot one. Between ice creams, we ate this:
A maple glazed donut with bacon, naturally. It feels good to get all this off my chest. This is theraputic.