#681: Play Hooky, Do Brunch Instead.
Ahh, that holy trinity of meals that I can’t ever pass up: BRUNCH. With Mom in town this week, it’s been way too tempting to just skip work and show her the town instead. So, today I may or may not have pulled a Ferris Bueller (**cue the Edward Rooney face**), and called in sick and took Mom out to Brunch. To a holy trinity of brunch spots, Great Maple. Her review? I’m stuffed. That was delish. Sadly,…
# Eat your way through the city, at a street food festival.
Today was on par with a Man vs. Food episode. My chef roommate, her restaurant crew and I were man-hungry, craving every taste the city had to offer, hankering for sweet and sour and feeling a wicked hair of the dog. So, we ventured out to the annual San Francisco Street Food Festival to satiate our bellies. Eating our way through the city, we found – six hours, 87 puestos (semi-permanent street stalls), 27 spices, 10 tapas-sized meals, 11 eccentric…