wakin up after saying goodbye.
so much sun for a san francisco morning. . .
a quiet morning.
we paid attention to the signs.
just to take in the city.
then, down to the mission . . .
to the "last temptation" at foreign cinema,
and a little tartare to start the day . . .
the delicate wasabi infused roe on top,
the creamy avocado base with diced cucumber,
could only be followed by the chicory caesar . . .
freshly shaved pecorino,
sharp and concise,
led to the lobster frittata,
with cubed new potatoes . . .
and the muscovy duck breast salad with poached eggs . . .
the tiny flourished of taste
on our last official meal in san francisco,
seemed to simply sing.
we packed up,