Showing posts with label La Boulange. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Boulange. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

the good egg



Egg sandwich on a croissant with smoked salmon, tomatoes and avocados at La Boulange de Polk.




Sunday morning eggs and bacon at my dear friend Suzi's house.




Brunch at Café de la Presse: Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon and home fries.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

a walk about town

* * California poppies * *


* * See the fog waiting to roll in? * *


* * Egg and salmon frittata with bread pudding at La Boulange on Hayes * *

* * A trip to Blue Bottle Coffee Co. on Linden and Gough, right behind
Hayes Street is a must for true lovers of the bean * *

* * Mochi in Japantown * *

* * Union Square * *

* * The Fog * *

Thursday, July 23, 2009

jetlag


Every city has a smell. When I stepped off the Super Shuttle van onto the street and took in a deep breath of fog and eucalyptus, I knew I was back in San Francisco. Istanbul felt like a dream; the last seven months went by so quickly. I half expected to walk up the steps to my old apartment, turn the key in the sticky lock and throw my bags down on the dining room floor. I'm staying with my great friend of fifteen years, Rachel, who goes way back to my Cairo days. Moving is always hard when you leave behind friends, but I am so happy I moved to Istanbul. I will always love SF, but I now have a new and different appreciation for it.


I awoke yesterday to the chill of the summer fog and the chatter of San Francisco's wild parrots flying overhead. When I stepped outside, the tree-shaded streets were quiet except for the occasional car. It seemed like the city was exactly how I left it, with only a few changes— some new cafés and shops in the place of old ones, buildings that were half constructed are now reaching to the sky.

So what does a girl like me do on her first full day in her old city? She goes to her old drawing haunt, La Boulange de Polk on Polk Street. I have sketched, eaten, and drank countless soy lattés in this café, and naturally I returned with a new pen and a nearly full Moleskine.


Please excuse the quality of these photos, my camera ran out of battery power and these were taken with my phone. When I get back to Istanbul, I'll be adding colour washes and properly scanning my books.