I hardly ever go to one of my most favorite restaurants in San Francisco. Getting a reservation there is an exercise in remaining diligent in the face of constant rejection. But every once in a while, I get in one of those really stubborn moods and start checking for open reservations on a religious, daily basis.
This past November was one of those times and last night we went to Frances.
bacon beignets and romanesco salad
If you find yourself with a pending journey to SF, start thinking about getting yourself a table now. If you ask me for recommendations for your trip once you’re already here, I will release one sad little tear and tell you that you should have gone to Frances. But it’s too late for you now.
On a positive note, those hot dogs wrapped in bacon from a food cart in the Mission? You could totally check those out.
margaret edith 
Speisenkammer!!