Sunday, May 12, 2013

Baker Street Bistro

(Saturday, May 11th, 2013)

Even though I had just been to Baker Street Bistro last month (see 'blog-entry from April 13th, 2013), my brother Sean "twisted my arm" into going there again on Saturday for breakfast to try their Pain Perdu. I don't know where he ever got the idea that this was a worthy breakfastary[1] destination. The morning was a pretty nice, sunny Spring morning, so we sat outside on the sidewalk café part of the restaurant. (Gee, you know what is missing from in front of this place? One of those nice, cute, little parklets that I have heard so many good things about lately; seeing as this restaurant is just a block away from the Presidio and all of the outdoor greenery that it has to offer, and it is only several blocks from the Marina Green, too.)

The Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude
As we had gotten to the restaurant a few minutes before it opened for the morning, we walked over to the Lombard Street Gate in the Presidio and saw a few (only about 5-6) Parrots flying around in the tall eucalyptus trees by the dog park there. I had expected to see a lot more than that (about 20-30) that early in the morning. There still may have been more Parrots higher up in the trees and maybe they were just not chattering away to be able to detect them, though.

Because we went there specifically for Sean to try the Pain Perdu and I had just gotten the Oeufs Baker Street Bistro last month, we both ended up ordering the same thing (so there was no need for me to photograph Sean's meal; it looked a lot like mine, just upside-down from my seat). I also ordered a side of home fries for us to split. And I had a hot chocolate to drink, Sean just had a large glass of orange juice. 

Do I really need to répéter that Baker Street Bistro's version of French Toast may be one of the best in all of San Francisco (if not all of the U.S. of A., and, quite possibly, the entire World)? Sean tended to agree with me, but you can only take what he says so far, as he is from New York City and everyone knows that there aren't really that many good places to eat there.

The side of fresh fruits of the day were: grapes, cantaloupe, watermelon, apples, oranges, blueberries, blackberries, and pineapple.

I completely forgot to bring any of my own condimentary supplements with me, but I was figuring on getting the Pain Perdu all along, anyway, so it wasn't a great loss to just use some Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (the standard red) that is provided by Baker Street Bistro on top of the potatoes.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Pain Perdu ~ 8.2 (Sean concurred with this GBS Rating, but, even if he didn't, I would lie and say that he did); the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5 (I never really asked Sean what he thought of the feathered little pests)

1. When I had made up this word originally, I just assumed it would be pronounced to (sort of) rhyme with "commissary", like "breakfast-airy". However, Sean said it out loud a few times during his visit to (sort of) rhyme with "anniversary", like "breafast-a-ree". After hearing it spoken, I actually like Sean's version better.

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