I ate about 100 killer meals, I enjoyed the sun and surf—yes I went into 54 degree water in search of fresh abalone and sea urchin—and I even squeezed in time at Humphrey Slocumbe, an ice cream parlor worth the trip just for their foie gras ice cream sandwiches.
I am catching up on sleep and will post again this week and let you know what I ate and where you should go next time you are in the Bay Area. Go Giants.
BTW, the new restaurant in Robbinsdale is giving me a case of déjà vu all over again. Travail is a French word. It means “to work.” It is pronounced T-RAH-VIE. Not TRAY-VEIL. Can one of the owners chime in here and tell us what they prefer? It’s their restaurant, and they can pronounce T-R-A-V-A-I-L any way they like. But listening to the whole city butcher it is killing me. Food buzz on this place is great. Shades of Lurcat and A Rebours when it comes to the name being mangled all over my ’hood.