Well, it seems I’ve come to the end of my San Francisco posts. I had a marvellous four days in the Californian foodie city – just me, my camera and my journal. And a whole lot of beautiful food.
I loved that I had to walk so far to get places, it really helped to build my appetite, which I enthusiastically fed with stunningly sweet fruit, beautiful bread and beignets, fresh salads, divine pastries, wacky and wonderful ice-cream and well, this brioche bun burger.
My final meal in San Francisco couldn’t have been more fantastic or representative of the exciting food I experienced during my visit. I snagged a seat at the communal dining table at Nopa, a popular restaurant that was recommended to me by a local, and which was undoubtedly filled with locals (tick).
Upon settling on my stool I went about selecting a glass of wine, something refreshing. It seemed prudent to go local, and so my very helpful and friendly Waiter suggested I try an organic Sauvignon Blanc from the Russian River Valley. It was cloudy, like an unfiltered apple juice, which was something completely new to me. And it was just lovely.
A complementary slice of peach, dressed in balsamic was heavenly. This city truly has some of the best produce I have ever tasted.
As soon as I saw the following item on the menu I knew that I would be ordering it. It was just absolutely going to happen.
The burger was completely melt-in your mouth, a true quality, super juicy patty cooked perfectly medium-rare. I chose gruyère for my cheese – the options were blue, gruyère or cheddar. And the bun…brioche divinity. Luckily the burger was not huge, as it was a very rich meal. The pickled onions were delicious and the fries were lovely, not too crisp and not soggy. The basil aioli was also gorgeous. Yet I didn’t spend much time on the fries and aioli. Let’s be honest, it was all about the burger…
p.s. this meal, wine and tip included, cost 28USD. I know. Naturally I’m finding it difficult re-adjusting to Australia’s exorbitant food prices.
But this post isn’t all about the burger. It’s also my farewell to the city. Here is a final snapshot of my hours spent wandering San Francisco.
Before heading to The Castro District.
Seeing the Golden Gate Bridge was a highlight…
As was lying in Dolores Park reading, eating plump Strawberries for lunch and snoozing in the sun…
While I must admit that New York City stole my heart more than San Francisco, I felt like this city breathed a new light into me – I was given the gift of travelling independently for the first time, in the sunshine, with these happy tunes on repeat…and with a Tartine treat in my pocket. I felt alive.
And happy to be living my life.