Wednesday, September 30, 2009

"Cleanplate" is a verb

An unhappy poet is a hungry poet and I had to do something about that. Way down 24th Street at York is where you'll find sunny sidewalks, skinny jeans and San Francisco's oldest ice cream parlor-turned-diner, St. Francis Fountain. Below is the Chef's Mess: two eggs scrambled with home fries, bacon & mushrooms, topped with melted cheese, tomatoes, sour cream & green onions. I wanted a better look at these adorably old-fashioned plates, so I needed to clear just a few things away.









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