Just when I feel myself breaking free of my bakery pastry addiction, they come along with something new that draws me back in. I found my legs walking me towards Neighbor Bakehouse uncontrollably one recent day with the power and smell of fresh baked goodness once I entered the doors.

Oh, Safeway! I guess sometimes it is nice you can count on your local grocery store to offer up some trashy junk food like stuff for breakfast. Leave it to them continue offering up mass appeal food on the heels of their

They opened a couple weeks and normally I'd give them some time to get settled, but in this case, the building they are in is on the chopping block for teardown and new build so I thought I'd try them out before the wrecking ball came swinging through.

Soft, creamy, crunchy, sweet goodness--enough to make me want to traverse back across town to the Fillmore District to get another one. 

This is truly one of those off the beaten track places. Tucked into the back of a building on 3rd Street, they have no signage out front, are open only M-F till about 3:30pm, are mostly only known by folks who live and work nearby and pretty much sell out of stuff on a daily basis.

Yes, a day late and dollar short is how it is for food news this week. That's what happens when VDay falls on Sunday and between work and going out with the SO, the whole day just gets away from you.

Lately, I've had this thing about breakfast sandwiches. It seems like such a simple thing to pull together--some bread, egg, maybe cheese and bacon or ham or some other meat and voila--instant breakfast.

This is what a week of not feeling well does for ya', you don't feel like eating or doing anything. Such was my case last week and why I took a little break. No blogging is not hard, but I only felt like collapsing on the couch and falling asleep in front of the TV. Haven't we all been there before? 

It's a small space, but they do have a fair number of sweet and savory things to choose from. I think we all know where I was veering toward.

Over there, that's that place on the other side of the Bay Bridge. For those of us who live in the city, over there can sometimes be difficult to muster up the energy to get to.

I'll travel most anywhere in this town to try out a bakery. Even when that includes getting on the 38 Geary (which some locals call "the dirty eight") and making the long arduous journey out to the hinterlands of San Francisco known as the Outer Richmond.

Since I've been unable to drag myself out of bed at an ungodly early hour to hit up Mr. Holmes Bakehouse to get the hot selling treats, I end up with whatever is left when I just happen to wander by, remembering, oh yeah, this place is here. Mostly because I don't really wander through the Tenderloin  and those who do are probably looking for trouble.

I think that I shall never see something so delightful as a donut. Okay, it doesn't rhyme but I feel I've made it clear me fondness for desserts, particularly those with heft, as I call it. And donuts fall squarely in that category.

t's a chilly, damp Friday night. I'm just finishing work and the SO is picking me up as we made a last minute after work decision to pop on by the SOMA StrEat Food Park because we are lazy

Isn't this a great way to start off a New Year's resolution? A biscuit taco from Taco Bell's breakfast menu! Actually this was the morning meal deal that came with a hash brown and a medium drink for about $4.

Something unique, sad, disturbing and highly emotional happens when one turns 50--you get a notice in the mail that you are now eligible for an AARP card. That's when it hits you, wholly f**k I'm like my parents age or something.