I requested bakery suggestions for a trip to San Francisco, and it turned out I barely had time to visit any! But here's a very brief rundown of my eating experience:
Thursday lunch: dim sum at Great Eastern on Jackson. Incredible. No dim sum in Los Angeles has, in my experience, ever been this good. I can't list everything we ate, but we stuffed ourselves stupid and the tab was around $25 bucks for two people. You are very lucky to have this restaurant in your fair city.
Thursday night: Town Hall. Very good heirloom tomato salad followed by duck with fresh peas. Dessert was butterscotch and chocolate panna cotta. I love butterscotch, but its flavor was somewhat overpowered by the chocolate. Still, a very good meal. Thought I saw an ex-boyfriend at the bar. At least I looked good. :)
Friday morning: La Boulange on Market. Petit financiers. Husband had a hazelnut croissant, which neither of us had ever seen before. Tasty.
Friday dinner: Ame. Everything we had was quite good--I had a special corn soup with lobster ravioli, and a fish dish that escapes my memory. However, the dessert of the cherry savarin was disappointing. The cake was spongy and uninteresting, the rum flavor of the ice cream overpowering the cherries.
Saturday morning: La Boulange again. This time, I had an almond croissant. Lovely.
Saturday lunch: The Slanted Door. Damn it, I can't remember exactly what we ate, but the place was packed and the food fresh and flavorful. Later, we had a snack of Recchiutti (sp?) chocolates we purchased at the Ferry Building and were somewhat underwhelmed. I bypassed Miette because I won't pay five bucks for a cupcake I can bake myself.
The Farmers' Market was going on and I nearly wept because we had no kitchen. Gorgeous produce. Sampled some pluots and nectarines at a stand. Unbelievable.
Saturday dinner: Two. Very good pappardelle pasta, though I wouldn't have minded more mushrooms in the dish. Shared some ice cream sandwiches, the best of which was a chocolate cookie with strawberry ice cream.
Sunday breakfast: Sears Fine Foods. The wait seemed long at first, but it went fairly quickly. French toast, the hubs had the famed Swedish pancakes. Good, but not earth-shaking.
And then home!
Even with this tiny, tiny sampling, I can say without hesitation that San Francisco beats Los Angeles for food by miles. I'm glad I live down here so I don't both bankrupt myself and become morbidly obese.