Lunchbox Liz

Yick. I just ate the worlds worst egg and cheese panini in the San Francisco airport. After visiting the city where you simply can’t get a bad meal this is not a fitting end. San Francisco is foodie heaven. The best meal from the past week is a toss up between a lunch of cold spring onion and fennel soup topped with feta and walnuts at The Ferry Building that hosts one of the nation’s best farmers’ markets or a breakfast of crab macaroni and cheese at the Pergamino Café—they also make killer pancakes. At the Pergamino I got my I got my best tip on thrift stores (west side of the Mission District) from Maynard the restaurants hustler .
I was in San Francisco to attend the Maker Faire and to help my mom celebrate her 60th. We did find some time to do more than eat, but only to work up an appetite between meals. MoMA was closed when we stopped by across the street we found a really great Crumb exhibit included his painted spools and large scale works of Mr. Natural. We rode the ubiquitous cable car, tromped down the world’s curviest road, took a ferry around the bay, cruised Chinatown for trinkets, shopped for books in Little Italy, had a power lunch in the Financial District, watched the lea lions at Fisherman’s Warf, went thrift shopping in the Mission district, hiked Telegraph Hill, got a pedicure and a haircut in Nob Hill, and was in bed by nine each night. Not a bad way to live.