Incredible Farmers Market in the Castro, Caipirinha alert at Cafe Flore!

Cafe Flore
cafeflore.com

2298 Market St
San Francisco, CA 94114-1506
(415) 621-8579

Wednesday is the best day of the week if you can head over to the farmers market at Market and Castro adjacent to Cafe Flore. One of the best reasons to get yer butt over there, besides the killer produce, gorgeous flowers and all around festive atmosphere is that Anderson, the wonderful "Brazilian drink guy" is creating the worlds best new cocktail (at least new for San Francisco). Actually the Caipirinha (KAI-pur-EEN-ya) is Brazil's national cocktail, made with cachaça (ka-SHA-sa), this great rum-like stuff, sugar and lime.
 O mi god, Anderson does them with crushed strawberries and the result is indescribable. Trust me on this one. Oh and you'll need a designated driver...or a cab. But be forewarned, if you do drive, the garage that next to Cafe Flore is closed on Wednesdays to accommodate the market.
Beijos!

The Quintessential Cole Valley Cafe

Cafe Reverie

848 Cole St
(between Carl & Frederick St)
San Francisco, CA 94117
(415) 242-0200

In the heart of Cole Valley lies Cafe Reverie, a wonderful eatery, well known by the locals but easily overlooked by visitors.

It's a place renown for its comfy ambiance, neighborly friendliness as well as its excellent menu. The selection is surprisingly varied for a cafe, but no more than one would expect in a food oriented town like San Francisco.

I love stopping here on a sunny Indian Summer day to quell an attack of the munchies.

If coffee is what you crave, its also a swell Java stop, with well trained baristas who really know their stuff.

Beer, wine and a bunch of sweet things are also well stocked and at the ready.

Gray Monday

Monday morning. 7:30 AM.

Outside my window is a scene reminiscent of the of the sci fi thriller, The Mist. Just when I thought my eyes had been exposed to the the maximum amount of gray its possible to perceive, I open my blinds and yes, its even grayer. "Well" I think, being the masochist that I am, "why waste all this gray?" So off I go, sweatshirt and camera in tow to the foggiest place our illustrious city has to offer, Land's End. What more could one ask for? A hot cup of Joe, a working car, and well...lots of gray.