I was recently in gorgeous San Francisco, and had a spare 30 minutes. Hmmm. What to do with 30 minutes? Find the best bakery in San Francisco, of course.
One of my favorite French words: Pain Au Chocolat |
My friend Melanie used to live in SF so I asked for her best dessert recommendation. She answered immediately: "Tartine! The chocolate croissants are the best I've ever had." Then she added something very intriguing: "Even better than Paris." Quite a bold claim so now I'm curious beyond belief. Tartine it is.
I didn't have much time. Between landing, finding Tartine, and then making my way to my hotel--Go Speed Racer!-- I was a bit nervous about my challenging schedule. I was also extremely unconfident in my ability to find any of these places due to my legendary lack of direction. So I requested a Garmin. I'm not a huge fan of GPS systems--I hate being told that I'm supposed to take an exit 2 seconds before I pass it-- but I knew it was necessary. And miraculously, it took me directly to Tartine...on my first try. Whoohoo!
(Side note: holy cow does SF have a ton of freeways, highways and bridges. And really charming place names. For example, Treasure Island. Obviously they'd have dessert. For about 3 seconds, I seriously considered heading there. But I digress).
(Side note: holy cow does SF have a ton of freeways, highways and bridges. And really charming place names. For example, Treasure Island. Obviously they'd have dessert. For about 3 seconds, I seriously considered heading there. But I digress).
I found the general area, despite some crazy construction, and then looked for a sign. Of course, no sign. However, from the crowd of people sitting at cute cafe tables to the snaking line inside...it was clear I had found Tartine.
Frangipane Cranberry Almond Tarts. It's hard to tell from this photo but this thing is larger than my hand and weighs about 100 pounds. |
I was slightly concerned about parking. Between the street construction and overall lack of street parking, I was prepared to leave, as sad as this made me, if I couldn't find a space in 10 minutes. I shouldn't have worried. I quickly found a generous parking space just one block away. I took this as a sign. Some things are just meant to be, right?
I literally jogged to the corner with giddy anticipation (excuse me, coming through, it's a chocolate croissant emergency!)
As soon as I entered this baking haven, I was overwhelmend. In a very good way.
Chocolate spilling over buttery flakes |
I enjoyed my fabulous croissant and a lovely cup of coffee at a corner table bursting with lilies. Gently pulling a small piece, flakes flew everywhere. I burst out laughing. Within a minute, I was completely covered in decadent, buttery crumbs. I wasn't alone. This type of scene is perfectly acceptable in a cafe where everyone was gorging on decadent treats.
It was easy to get lost in my thoughts as I imagined myself eating this little treasure at a Parisian cafe on St. Germain. Bliss. A quick yet delightful little discovery. And then I was off. But not without a souvenir, of course.
I may have gotten something to go. It may or may not be a Frangipane Cranberry Almond Tart. |