San Francisco Street Bakery and I

I have already made two trips to the bakery up the street: a quaint earthy bakery in the middle of a residential area.

The first time I had their walnut sticky buns and coffee.

The second time, acting on the tip of my roommate Tyson, I went there after 6 p.m. and bought two loafs of bread for the price of one.

One loaf was olive bread and the other sour dough. The olive bread tasted great with some eggplant dip that I had made.

I will eat their berry bear claws. I will eat their chocolate pecan cookies. I will eat their bread. I will eat their danishes.

So, I love the bakery and the bakery will love me, as I become one of their regulars. I will give them some great business and they will give me a little taste of heaven, just up the street.