The scene at Jane (cafe/bakery/eatery on Fillmore St.) as sketched by 2 young patrons 🙂
Luca: “My dad took me and Matteo to Jane on a work meeting and this is what I saw. (Just a small note… Aaron is my dad’s work friend). When you really look around you can see all sorts of things you didn’t see before. The most unusual thing I saw was a buffalo head hanging on the wall. I had a cinnamon roll and it was just how you would expect at a cafe… good!”
Matteo: “It’s yummy!”
More San Francisco Cafe Sketches
A little doodle to remember all the yummies on our adventure to Destination Baking Co. in Glen Park (SF)! Alas, we didn’t have time to try all of them, but we’ll be back. The kids give a big thumbs up to the carrot cake.
Clockwise from bottom center: Lemon Curd Tartlet; Pecan Tassie; Yellow Cupcake with Chocolate Frosting; Banana Cream Tartlet; Carrot Cake; Marzarin Tarlet (Almond Paste and Raspberry Jam)
Summer’s gone and school is back in session once again. As life keeps getting busier and busier and it seems like our foodie wanderings — those opportunities to just follow our tummies — are harder and harder to find. Ahhh… those lazy days of long walks with sleepy kids in strollers and copious hookey days from preschool are a thing of memory at least for my oldest. So on those precious days when we don’t have a lot going on afterschool, I find myself even more determined to keep on squeezing in little food adventures where we can. For me, those little moments of nibbling on something new and delicious with my guys are golden.
Last week, sunny weather and a random turn off onto Divisadero Street landed us at long last at The Mill. Simran and Ria are enthusiastic fans of Josey Baker Bread at The Mill (especially the cinnamon toast), but this gem of a bakery and coffee shop had somehow gotten stuck at the the top of our “to do” list and lingered there for way, way too long. It’s all about great bread made with lots of TLC here and the ambiance is pretty fun too. The room is big, open, and airy with cool art and long communal tables. We swooped into a fat slice of toasted wheat bread with a thick, glossy layer of homemade strawberry jam and refreshed ourselves with cold glass of milk (and a cup of Four Barrel coffee for me). Racks of deep brown crusty loaves are a happy sight on their own but in combination with a giant batch of strawberry jam bubbling away in a big copper pot — we were transported to toast and jam nirvana. As we fetched our snack from the pick up area we couldn’t help but pause an extra minute or two to take in deep, heavenly breaths of berry-scented air. I dare anyone not to smile and do their happy dance in the midst all that strawberry goodness. Under normal circumstances, I almost always prefer to eat my toast and jam in PJs but The Mill’s extra yummy version is definitely worth venturing out for.
The Mill, 736 Divisadero Street, San Francisco (www.themillsf.com)
A few friends dropped by to join us for snack time.