http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/
Place: Baker Street Bistro
Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets)
Hours: open for "Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am
Meal: Œufs Baker Street Bistro ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens (i.e. rabbit food-stuff); and a cuppa (and a half refilla [for which I got to use one of my famous Spanish phrases to the Mexican bus-person ~ that I had actually learned at Baker Street Bistro:
"La mitad, por favor!"]) Coffee
(Tu peux demander: "Mais qui est Charles Trenet?"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Trenet
They were playing another one of his songs ["Que reste-t-il de nos amours?"] on the house stereo [which is some kinda Frenchy-themed Pandora® station, I believe] and I mistakenly assumed that it was Signore Mauricio Chevalio [I bet that only true Marx Brothers fans will get that silly reference], of whom Charles Trenet was a contemporary. Mlle Chantal told me who it was and I figured I'd have to look him up when I got home.
The second EweToobular song is just to see if Dave Porter is paying attention [plus, they had also played a few Edith Piaf songs on the same station/house stereo this morning]. However, he's probably too busy
driveling with his own new 'blog-thing to bother reading my drivel.
https://thatsmytoedotcom.wordpress.com/
If you have a few hours to kill [and do not have any recent stitches that may burst], check out his 'blog-thing. His real-life stories are way much funnier than most of the current sitcoms on your electronic TeeVee thing.[1])
Continuing along with the early-season workout of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I returned to Baker Street Bistro (see previous 'blog-entry from January 10th, 2016) pour mon petit déjeuner. (Still: Go Red Sox and Giants!) I had arrived just after 9:10am and had the entire place to myself for the first fifteen minutes (peut-être la pluie was to blame), and even then there were just myself and another couple for the rest of the time that I was there. They chose to sit outside on the sidewalk patio-café; it has a large overhanging awning, but I didn't really feel like sitting outside myself this morning, anyway.
I say this every time that I get this meal: Even if Baker Street Bistro didn't have the Best French Toast (Pain Perdu, n'importe quel) in San Francisco, this meal is worth a return visit all on its ownsome. Believe me, this ain't your Oncle Benoît's plain ol' dish!
For many years after becoming a vegetarian, I wouldn't eat cooked eggs of any kind by themself (I had no problem with them in cakes and such), and I especially never liked any runny soft-boiled or poached eggs. Now I have no problem with eating them... as long as they are prepared correctly (the egg whites have to be cooked fully).
Pour suppléments condimentaires, Baker Street Bistro only offers Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (seulement Sauce Rouge Originale). I used some of my own Palo Alto Firefighters Pepper Sauce (Thanks agains, Amys and Brian!) on the homefries. I am almost done with that bottle now (probably just one dose left in it) and I really shouldn't replace it until I have used up a few more (of the remaining twenty-four bottles of hot sauces) from my collection.
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude
Because it was raining lightly when I had first arrived, I decided to try and park along Baker Street and was lucky enough to find a spot right next door. After I had finished eating, the rain had stopped (for the most part) and I decided to walk around the block to see if any of my fine-feathered chatterbox friends were around. I only saw a small pandemonium of two Wild Parrots of San Francisco (but I did hear several more in the trees); however, I did see a buncha noisy, murderous crows interloping in their eucalyptus trees.
Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Œufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.2;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5
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1. Because Dave's 'blog-thing is on a different content management system, I have not yet figured out how to provide a direct link under "My 'Blog List" along the right-hand column. Please be patient and give me some more time. Heck, it only took me two years to figure out how to embed music videos here. (Thanks, by the way, Cabin Jim!)
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