I've probably said it before but it's getting harder and harder to please me for brunch; I still love a good brunch, though. I refuse to get scrambles or omelettes because I can make them so easily myself. Pancakes are a breeze and french toast? Even D makes a fierce french toast.
So what does that leave me? Well, for one, the Nebulous Potato Thing (they refer to it as the "Thing" for short) at St Francis Fountain down the road from us. I couldn't even really tell you what was in it!
It all made sense, very comforting and deliciously decadent, weighed like a satisfying brick in our tummies, as we staggered back up Potrero Hill. It's also where we got inspiration for homemade Guinness ice cream floats.