# Wear at least three layers at all times. And own just one wardrobe.
Living in San Francisco means… Never leaving the house with layers. Owning lots of hoodies, jackets and colorful scarves for you. And your dog. No matter when you wake up; where in the city you live; what the weather is like that morning or that night or in middle of the day (sunny, rainy, not a cloud in the sky, foggy or 80 degrees), you always wear layers. Jackets and boots, here, are your best friends. Your peas and…
# Get the quintessential farmers market basket.
I’ve had many a farmers market weekends. So many I can’t count. Or remember which weekend was the epic Boudin bread eating (I ate an entire pumpkin seed loaf by myself); which weekend was the Cow Girl cheese shaving (I witnessed boiling Gouda cheese being shaved onto a plate of toasted sourdough, diced tomatoes and proscuitto); or which weekend was the free-styling violin playing by a child savant. So many glorious tastes. And smells. And fond memories. That blend…
# 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…
#Take Out-Of-Town Guests to Jane For Breakfast.
If you’re craving brunch during the week; want oversized muffins, sweets or treats any time before 6:00 PM; or need a cozy and inviting place to do work, Jane coffee shop is probably one of the best in the city. This past Labor Day weekend my mom and cousin were in town from the East Coast and craving the taste of cinnamon rolls and muffins, the smell of strong coffee and wondering what west coast ambiance felt like. Only once place came to…
