When I travel I don’t really do much sightseeing. Mostly I like to wander from restaurant to restaurant or bakery to bakery. What can I say? I like food and usually I see some sites along the way.
There is also a growing list of restaurants and bakeries that I cannot enter without losing all restraint. Tartine in San Francisco is definitely on that list. Like when I go to Flour in Boston, the moment I enter Tartine I have the overwhelming compulsion to purchase everything in sight and horde treats for later.
Obviously I told my dad that one of the big things I wanted to do while in San Francisco was go to Tartine. We ended up marching though the mission at 8:30 am on a Sunday morning and then standing in a line before the bakery opened. I’m pretty sure my dad’s internal monologue was something along the lines of “this better not suck” and “why and I in this line for a pastry”. Thankfully Tartine did not disappoint (I knew it wouldn’t!) and we were able to snag a table so we could sit down and enjoy our treats.
I did not get the chocolate hazelnut tart. Next time.
Because I have an utter lack of self control I got a sweet breakfast item, a savory breakfast item and snack for later.
Oh and this latte which was served in a bowl. I love a coffee beverage that is too big to fit into a conventional mug.
The lattes at Tartine are delicious. For me they are up there with Blue Bottle with the rich and smooth flavor. I almost tried to get another to go but I didn’t want to stand in a line which continuously snaked out the front door.
I also got a morning bun fresh out of the oven.
Sweet, orangey, gooey and delicious. I wish I’d ordered 12.
Food porn at its finest.
I made the executive decision that a mere morning bun would not sustain me on the ride to Healdsburg so I also ordered quiche.
It’s been a while because I am woefully behind on my blogging but I believe this quiche had local yellow tomatoes and bacon and some form of cheese. It was delicious. The crust was well cooked and a little less flakey than the quiche crust at Flour but good nonetheless.
Oh, and I got a chocolate chip cookie for the road. Can you blame me?