We were so exhausted and hungry by the time we arrived in San Francisco, that I completely forgot to take a photo of the bay and the city as we approached for our landing. A shame, too, because the weather was spectacular, and the sky was a
crystalline blue. We rode into town on the BART and walked a short block or so to the St. Francis hotel on Union Square. After a quick run up to the room to drop our bags and freshen up, we headed out for lunch (dinner to our internal clocks, since we missed lunch somewhere over Nebraska). Suzie had a lovely place in mind--an eclectic
mediterranean-influenced restaurant on Market Street, out towards the Castro.
We sat down at a corner table nestled by the window, and perused the menu. Famished, I immediately ordered six pacific oysters. Suzie raved about the restaurant's signature dish, a whole roasted chicken served over a
panzanella-style salad, with rocket, pine nuts, currants, shallots and torn sourdough croutons. The dish, pictured above, is made-to-order, and takes an hour. (It was worth the wait.) But in the meantime, we staved off hunger by ordering a
caesar salad and a gem lettuce salad with olives, feta and heirloom tomatoes. Despite the salads, it was still a long wait for our entree. When it finally arrived, not a moment too soon, the chicken was succulent and crisp on the outside, and the
panzanella salad was a perfect accompaniment--we devoured both...in fact, Suzie only reminded me to photograph it after we had already tucked into it.
We were so exhausted and hungry by the time we arrived in San Francisco, that I completely forgot to take a photo of the bay and the city as we approached for our landing. A shame, too, because the weather was spectacular, and the sky was a crystalline blue. We rode into town on the BART and walked a short block or so to the St. Francis hotel on Union Square. After a quick run up to the room to drop our bags and freshen up, we headed out for lunch (dinner to our internal clocks, since we missed lunch somewhere over Nebraska). Suzie had a lovely place in mind--an eclectic mediterranean-influenced restaurant on Market Street, out towards the Castro.
We sat down at a corner table nestled by the window, and perused the menu. Famished, I immediately ordered six pacific oysters. Suzie raved about the restaurant's signature dish, a whole roasted chicken served over a panzanella-style salad, with rocket, pine nuts, currants, shallots and torn sourdough croutons. The dish, pictured above, is made-to-order, and takes an hour. (It was worth the wait.) But in the meantime, we staved off hunger by ordering a caesar salad and a gem lettuce salad with olives, feta and heirloom tomatoes. Despite the salads, it was still a long wait for our entree. When it finally arrived, not a moment too soon, the chicken was succulent and crisp on the outside, and the panzanella salad was a perfect accompaniment--we devoured both...in fact, Suzie only reminded me to photograph it after we had already tucked into it.
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