Let me begin this summary with a quick fact: The Castro District in San Francisco is the greatest, happiest, best place on Earth. Fact #2: I absolutely hate the sun (for reasons that are complicated and uninteresting), and, even I don’t hate the sun if I’m in San Francisco. It’s a magical place. If I could move there right now without having to be in possession of a few million dollars more than what I currently have, I would be there in a heartbeat. With that being said, The Wandering Goose happens to be located on a street that looks like it came straight out of the Castro. It was glorious. If I can’t be in the Castro at all times, this is an acceptable doppelganger.
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The Casto: AKA: The Best. |
The food looked DELICIOUS. Scones and hash browns and omelettes and pancakes… everything looked so amazingly delicious and smelled even better. We didn’t eat there, though, and I’m looking forward to going back soon when we can eat there. For Lent, both Kristy and I gave up sugar. I am also doing a 10-week program through my kickboxing gym that restricts grains and most dairy as well. It was torture to watch the ladies sitting next to us order a huge, fluffy, homemade scone with fresh raspberry jam and not even finish it.
Moving on: The latte was really, really good. The foam was great and the flavor was rich and smooth as well. Kristy’s Americano was a little bitter and flavorless, though. To be fair, my focus wasn't entirely on the coffee as all we both wanted to do was devour all the biscuits on the premises.
When we left The Wandering Goose, we saw Girl Scouts with a sign touting, “Help us Raise Money to Cycle through England,” and all I could think was, “This is what Girl Scout money is paying for? Vacations to Europe? Why isn’t anyone financing a trip to Europe for me? If I volunteer to chaperone this Girl Scout trip to England will I also be expected to cycle, because, no thank you.” I didn’t buy any cookies.
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