I stopped at Café de la Presse on Grant and Bush, a lovely French café that makes a mean latte and croque madame. After La Boulange, Café de la Presse was a favourite sketching spot of mine in the city. It's a perfect place for a croissant and some people watching.
Lunch was tapas and sangria at Cha Cha Cha on Haight with my friend Metzalli, who is a talented artist and maker of bags. We had a seafood ceviche, fried plantains and chicken quesadilla. I am crazy about plantains, which are related to the banana, and have missed them ever since I left, so naturally we had to get a plate. Four hours later, we realised it was four hours later, and had to part ways.
A bit of SF street wisdom.
