San Francisco: Creme Brulee Cart
CK's last day in San Francisco started with breakfast at San Tung Restaurant and then a trek out to the tiled steps on 16th Avenue.
After that came Castro. CK got the best welcome to Castro a tourist could ask for: naked men. Multiple naked men. One walked right between us as we were talking. CK wanted to take a picture with one of them, but I wanted to be nowhere near those dangly bits.
Instead, TT and I went to check out the Creme Brulee Cart, which just happened to be parked in the area:
So many flavors to choose from:
We went with the cafe mocha in the end:
Very creamy and rich, but worth 4 bucks? I don't know about that.
The rest of the day kinda went like this...waited in line and then pigged out at Tartine, waited in a ridiculously long line and then pigged out at Bi-Rite, and finally waited in line and pigged out at Mission Pie. It was a dessert kind of day. (Though we did get a slice of savory pie at Mission Pie.) For the sake of catching up on my posts, I won't blog about those places since I've already covered them in the past. Everything was delicious. You'll just have to take my word for it.
We went a little crazy with the sweets, but what's important is that CK had a fabulous time in SF. Or at least I think she did. Since she didn't say anything to the contrary, I'm going to go ahead and assume that she had fun. I certainly did.
It's great that TT now lives in SF. There's nothing better than having someone to crash with and to act as a food tour guide in the city one weekend per month. San Francisco fun fat weekends have now become a regular thing and I love it.
(Though my wallet and expanding waistline may say otherwise.)
Creme Brulee Cart