Sunday, September 25, 2016

Baker Street Bistro

Plus ça change, plus ça la même Café...

Place: Baker Street Bistro
Location: 2953 Baker Street (between Lombard and Greenwich Streets)
Hours: open for "Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am
Meal: Pain Perdu - a brunch favorite! ~ two slices of cinnamon French toast, fresh fruit, strawberry coulis & crème fraîche; a side of home fries; and a cuppa (and 1-1/2 refillas) of their house Coffee with a sprig of mint (that someone added to it) ~ à la Turquie (I started doing this on a whim many years before I even knew of Philz Coffee)

(Some more songs from Johnette Napolitano for her birthday weekend celebration. The first one was the closest I could get to a Frenchy-style bistro song[1]. I wonder what Karen would have to say about the second song cover.)

Encore une fois, j'ai mangé le petit déjeuner à 
Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, April 10th, 2016)... yada, yada, yada[2]...

Because Summer has finally arrived in San Francisco, I sat outside on their sidewalk-patio café area. It was actually nice enough early in the morning for me to take off my sweatshirt-jacket even.

Ceci est le Pain Perdu extraordinaire! 

Of course, this is just my opinion (and, as it is my 'blog-thing, my opinion is the only one that matters here), but this might not only be the best French Toast (Pain Perdu) in All of San Francisco, it is quite possibly the Best Breakfast in All of San Francisco. 

They also make some of the best home fries in town, too. I love all the dried herbs they make these with (herbes de Provence, peut-être?).

Now, I may only go there three to four times a year, but it is the sign of exceptional service when they (in this case, the "they" being Mademoiselle Chantal) ask/remember: "You don't take milk with your Coffee, right?" (Merci beaucoup!)

Les fruits du jour: framboises, mûres, cantaloup, pastèque, orange, pommes, et ananas.

I had brought along some of my own hot sauces to use as condimentary supplements and went with some 
El Yucateco® XXXtra Hot Sauce Salsa Kutbil-ik® 
de Chile Habanero (Thanks, Brian!) on half of the potatoes and some Old St. Augustine Datil[3] Pepper Sauce Ole Minorcan[4] Recipe Hottern Hell Seasoning (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on the other half of the potatoes.

the Wild Parrots of San Francisco (non-)Interlude

This may have been a first; I was completely shut-out this morning. I did not see neither beak, nor feather of any Wild Parrots of San Francisco. I actually got to the area an hour before the restaurant opened with the specific idea to get some photos of the noisy little chatter-heads. I walked around down by the duck-pond on the Presidio (in the Letterman Campus) and back up to the tall eucalyptus trees by the Lombard Gate. Nuthin'... neech'... tee-po-tah... nada!

Glen Bacon Scale Rating
Pain Perdu ~ 8.2;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.4 (8.5 when available)


1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer du jour:

"Les Coeurs Jumeaux" (I will let you figure out your own pronunciation for that) in French means "The Twin Hearts".

2. I think that "yada, yada, yada" in French translates to: "Ooh-la-la!"

(Consider that a freebie stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer du jour.)

3. Also called the "Minorcan hot pepper".

4. ¿Dónde?

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