SF: Saturday Morning Stroll

After checking out of our hotel, we walked to the Ferry Building for the Saturday morning Farmer’s Market. 

This gem is another addition that came along after I left SF.  We headed straight toward Cowgirl Creamery, because 1. I had neglected to have the kids drink milk for the past day! and 2. I wanted to try their famous Mt. Tam cheese.  D ordered one chocolate milk from Sidekick, their take away café while I ducked into the retail shop to buy a quarter pound of Mt. Tam.  There were some serious cheeseheads.  I overheard one guy order “the largest container, full to bursting” of x type of cheese and a worker explain that he tries not to buy too many clothes so he can buy more cheese.  Interesting. 

Pick up a pain epi from Acme bread right next door, and you’re good to go.  D noted this breakfast was the equivalent of the baguettes and butter he enjoyed so much in Paris.  Bon appetit!

This was our view during our al fresco breakfast.  Nice and overcast, just the way I like it.

Although we had a Blue Bottle coffee the night before, D had to order a latte from an actual Blue Bottle shop to make sure he had an authentic Blue Bottle experience. 

D added some brown sugar to the latte.  It really does deserve its high reputation!  Added that one to the List.

We debated about whether to get the porchetta sandwich from Roli Roti at around 9:45 a.m.  Just seemed wrong.  However, I’m glad we did because due to all of our walking we ended up not eating a real lunch and didn’t grab a snack until after 2 p.m.! 

Don’t let all the micro greens fool you—there is some serious pork happening in there.  Another one to add to the List!

We ended up walking from the Ferry Building to Pier 39 to Ghiradelli Square. 

While we were walking around Pier 39, D saw one of the Japanese executives from his work who was on vacation with his wife.  D talked to him a little bit and we marveled at the chances of bumping into each other so far away from home.

Alcatraz shrouded in fog.

 

Boudin Bakery had a window where you could interact with the bakers.

I was able to put a stamp in my passport for the San Francisco Maritime National Historic Park.

Ghiradelli was a bit of a disppointment—too bad they moved the actual factory. 

D and I had a “study date” here on this lawn back in our undergrad days. Who knew that we would return with our two kids some 14 years later?