My very first full weekend in San Francisco, back in January, my friend Ken and I met for brunch. I had been building a list of San Francisco brunch places to check out, but I deferred to Ken as a long-time resident as well as a professional bruncher. His suggestion was a place I hadn’t heard of, called Jane on Fillmore. It was a small place, with seating for maybe twenty or so people in a narrow, but airy and light-filled, space. They had a small selection of brunch dishes but a full case of housemade pastries, breads and biscuits to choose from.
Among the many things I missed most during my blog hiatus was writing about some of the delicious meals I’d had. For me, like nearly everything I write about, I write to share but I also write to reflect. It is an amazing time to be living in San Francisco, because the food scene is blowing up like no other place I know. (Chicago is having quite a renaissance too, but the whole vibe in San Francisco is different.) And by looking back on where I’ve been and what I’ve enjoyed (and not), it allows me to make good choices going forward.