These were the culprits that caused us our midday hangover. Still, that little morning buzz was quite worth it. And how can I resist a restaurant called Bisou?? Absolutely trendy place in the middle of the Castro district. And it was very much more Castro-like than the other time we had brunch in the Castro. Today we saw, on two independent occasions, while gazing out of the window over brunch, two stark naked men walking casually down the street--one with hat on and tote slung across shoulder, and the other with a little ... black ... sock thing with tassels decorating his package. It is apparently not illegal to be nude in San Francisco if it is not lewd.
Anyways.
Eggs benedict is my go to for brunch. Besides the fact that I love poached eggs and hollandaise sauce, knowing that I am not often able to whip up eggs benedict for myself makes it all the more special. Same reasoning for why I never (rarely) order chicken at a restaurant--I cook it for myself all the time.
Now look at these. One's crab and one's scallop. I usually love crab but today's paled in comparison to the scallop. Not that it was bad, but the scallops were so good!!
The glorious moment of cracking open a poached egg. I can never quite bear to do this but each bite deserves at least a dab of ooey gooey yolk.
Spotted some art in my glass of water, and bisous above us.
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^And this was Poka's fault #1
After a blue bottle coffee (DELICIOUS, a must try) and more discreet gawking at naked men on the streets, we went up to the twin peaks for a most glorious view of the city. Mister Bird agrees.
It was like googlemaps come alive! If you squint really hard in the middle upper portion of the photo you will see our apartment. We will be back with a picnic \\\\\\\\\\\\\8
^ And this was Poka walking over my laptop and settling down for a nap, thus ending this post.