It's Carb Week here in the Mission suburbs where dinner so far reads pasta, pasta, pizza, pasta. These meals have all been drive-by's - Lucca's on the way home, pizza from the freezer - but that doesn't mean I won't travel for flour.
Yesterday morning took me to the Dogpatch, past all the construction around the new UCSF medical facilities; past 34 acres of the Portrero Power Plant that cranked out 141 years of energy for San Francisco shipbuilders, for Claus Spreckel's California Sugar Refinery, and for residents of what was then called the Central Waterfront; past the big ships doing I don't know what docked just south of Mission Bay, to the pop-up Thursday morning bakery of Greg Mendel and what's been called the city's best croissant.
Good thing I did, too, because yesterday was his last day in that location. One can master yeast, it seems, but not finding a place to sell your bread. The texted picture to Baleen in a London conference room was enough for her to declare that I'll be back when he finds a new location, but next time with Baleen and The Dragon Boss.
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| Ride by here... |
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| ...and here... |
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| ...and here... |
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| ...to get to here. |
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