Speaking of San Francisco . . . During our trip in SF this past weekend for Chinese New Year, the fam and I stopped by the Mission Dolores Park. After all those rainy, cold dreadful days, there was finally sunshine in the City. (I know about those cold dreary days because I had flown in the weekend before for an event of the California Minority Counsel Program (http://www.cmcp.org/) and was delayed flying to and from SFO). As any good San Franciscan can guess, folks came out to the park in the hundreds to enjoy the much-missed prodigal Sun. It was definitely a crowded Saturday afternoon at Mission Dolores.
A passerby, astounded by the crowds shared with a friend on his cell phone, "It looks like a beach on July 4th in LA." Being an "LA person" now as some SF locals would tag me, I would have to agree. There were bodies upon bodies of friends enjoying picnics, relaxing, sunning on blankets, newspapers, and whatever else is around. There was even a DJ at the top of the hill. Even cooler, San Franciscans with bikes crowded one side of the park while the yuppies with wine and cheese and the ocassional Chihuahua, English Bulldog, Pug, or in my case, a Mini Doxie and Chussel (Chihuhua-Jack Russell), hung out on the other side. At the top of the hill, the loners hung out watching the crowds and in the middle, there is a playground for tiny tots and their parents and pets. It was amazing to be there among so much humanity in a green space.
Hubby asked if the planned Grand Park in downtown LA has the potential of becoming a similar space. Call me negative, but I thought to myself that there is just no way LA can duplicate this. With such diversity and welcoming of the freedom of expression, I just cannot see LA having a space for everyone to enjoy in the same way. All humanity in a city coexisting in a small green space as if you are enjoying your own day at the park with your friends, yet feeling like you are enjoying the same with a park full of your neighbors, it is such moments that make living in San Francisco so special. LA just can duplicate the feeling I got enjoying the park that day. It ain't your momma's fake LV bag she got at Santee Alley. No way. It was truly an authentic, near-Woodstock kind of experience.
After some frolicking in the park, we walked over to Tartine, one of my most favorite bakeries in the City. The fam got a cool outside table and the four of us, two with two legs and the other with four each, devoured a Banana Cream Tart. It is delicious. Moist slices of bananas with a custard and whipped cream atop a cruchy yet flaky crust lined with dark chocolate. It was "Yum-O" (in Rachel Ray's own words). Other favs include the lemon tart and chocolate eclair. Next time, one to try is the Coconut Cream Tart and the Croque Monsier. Double Yum-O. For those interested in checking it out:
Tartine Bakery
600 Guerrero St, San Francisco, CA - (415) 487-2600
http://www.tartinebakery.com/
A passerby, astounded by the crowds shared with a friend on his cell phone, "It looks like a beach on July 4th in LA." Being an "LA person" now as some SF locals would tag me, I would have to agree. There were bodies upon bodies of friends enjoying picnics, relaxing, sunning on blankets, newspapers, and whatever else is around. There was even a DJ at the top of the hill. Even cooler, San Franciscans with bikes crowded one side of the park while the yuppies with wine and cheese and the ocassional Chihuahua, English Bulldog, Pug, or in my case, a Mini Doxie and Chussel (Chihuhua-Jack Russell), hung out on the other side. At the top of the hill, the loners hung out watching the crowds and in the middle, there is a playground for tiny tots and their parents and pets. It was amazing to be there among so much humanity in a green space.
Hubby asked if the planned Grand Park in downtown LA has the potential of becoming a similar space. Call me negative, but I thought to myself that there is just no way LA can duplicate this. With such diversity and welcoming of the freedom of expression, I just cannot see LA having a space for everyone to enjoy in the same way. All humanity in a city coexisting in a small green space as if you are enjoying your own day at the park with your friends, yet feeling like you are enjoying the same with a park full of your neighbors, it is such moments that make living in San Francisco so special. LA just can duplicate the feeling I got enjoying the park that day. It ain't your momma's fake LV bag she got at Santee Alley. No way. It was truly an authentic, near-Woodstock kind of experience.
After some frolicking in the park, we walked over to Tartine, one of my most favorite bakeries in the City. The fam got a cool outside table and the four of us, two with two legs and the other with four each, devoured a Banana Cream Tart. It is delicious. Moist slices of bananas with a custard and whipped cream atop a cruchy yet flaky crust lined with dark chocolate. It was "Yum-O" (in Rachel Ray's own words). Other favs include the lemon tart and chocolate eclair. Next time, one to try is the Coconut Cream Tart and the Croque Monsier. Double Yum-O. For those interested in checking it out:
Tartine Bakery
600 Guerrero St, San Francisco, CA - (415) 487-2600
http://www.tartinebakery.com/
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