Unfortunately, our youngest was singing a different tune. Tummy troubles.
|Checked in and Checked OUT|
|No name, no sign... just great bread|
That evening, with the kids having an early dinner and watching a movie in the room, Greg and I ventured to Tartine Bakery to see if my bread (See my earlier post) was close to the real thing. The Tartine Bakery is famous for its incredible country bread, but because the owner likes to enjoy life along with his bread, they only bake once a day, ready for purchase at 5 pm Tuesday-Sunday. Since we arrived on a Sunday and were leaving San Francisco at noon on Tuesday, this was our chance. The only sign you are near the unmarked bakery is the line of hopeful people stretching around the corner. The bread usually sells out within an hour... That’s how good it is. Our friend, Jackie, got there early and scored two loaves. Ignoring the raindrops beginning to fall, I pulled off a still warm chunk from my loaf. Delicious... crunchy and chewy. The verdict: mine was pretty darn close.
Next, we enjoyed an early dinner, catching up with Jackie at Water Bar near the Bay Bridge close to our hotel. Thanks again, Jackie, for a wonderful evening!
|Oysters for starters...|