TRAVEL THERE: BRUNCH AT ORIGINAL JOE’S AND CAFE FRANCISCO
For us, the main attraction in San Francisco was Jack. He’s our grand-nephew and being one year old was still brand new to him when we got there. Imagine all the wonderful things you can do with a darling one year old boy and insert them here. We also enjoyed some great food.
In the Thick of Things
Jack’s parents are hip. Really! Dad went to Greenhill, graduated from Wharton School of Business, got married in a museum and is an investment banker in the gaming industry. If I wrote a novel about him, people would think I made him up. Mom also went to Greenhill, has her MBA from UTD, had a ballet commissioned for her wedding reception and she spends her days being Jack’s mommy.
So, of course, they live in the coolest part of San Francisco. From atop their building you can see the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, Coit Tower and the Bay Bridge. They’re blocks away from Fisherman’s Wharf, Washington Square Park and the crazy intersection of Columbus and Broadway.
Brunch at Original Joe’s
Saturday morning after Jack’s morning routine was accomplished, we took a stroll to Original Joe’s. In San Francisco you stroll a lot. It’s not a car-centric society like LA or Dallas. There are plenty of cars, but you don’t drive one unless you have to.
Original Joe’s faces Washington Square Park on Union Street. The restaurant may be a San Francisco classic, but once I was inside, I thought I was in New York’s Little Italy. Black and white tile floors, lots of woodwork, tuxedo-ed waiters, white linen tablecloths, gleaming chrome and brass; and the aroma of marinara permeates it all.
The food? OMG! We stuck to the brunch menu, enjoying treats like Crab Cake Benedict, Brioche French Toast and other amazing goodies. The food looked so delicious when it arrived, I dove right in! The prices are reasonable, but not cheap.
Brunch at Cafe Francisco
Sunday morning Bill and I ventured out on our own to Cafe Francisco, just around the corner from our nephew’s condo. For me, this brunch spot felt more San Francisco-ish than the more famous Original Joe’s. The space had for many years been an artist’s studio and along with serving great Belgian waffles, Cafe Francisco is also an art gallery.
If I lived in my nephew’s condo, I might just convert my kitchen into a gym and have all my meals at Cafe Francisco. The prices were so reasonable that I doubt you can cook at home for so cheap. The menu is not extensive, but it’s got everything from breakfast to Mediterranean salads to amazing cheese plates paired by the Cheese School of San Francisco. I wish I’d gotten back over there to enjoy a bottle of wine and one of those cheese plates.
These were not our only gastronomic adventures in San Fran. After brunch at Original Joe’s we went to Pinot Nights. Come back next week and I’ll tell you about that.