Just so happens that I live three blocks from the best bakery in San Francisco, Tartine. It has a line out the door at every hour of the day to prove just how well loved it is. Because I run late almost everyday, feel impatient waiting in the slow moving line, wish there was a place to sit, and because the calories would be too much — I rarely go there. Today however was a lovely exception. I played hookie from work this morning due to a press check and spent a nice leisurely breakfast munching on their delicious ginger bread and washing it down with a double latte, mmmmm so good. I highly recommend everything there, you just couldn't order a bad thing.

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