San Francisco is treating us well.
We moaned over pastries at Tartine for hours. If celestial cherubs were made of candy and it weren’t odd to take pleasure in eating babies, I would compare eating this lemon tart to biting into the flesh of a baby angel.
Look at the buttery folds in that croissant!
Bread pudding with peaches and blackberries!
We went multiple times, so don’t think we are gluttons (although that is true, of course.)