We had a nice breakfast (but spaced out bad waitress) at the trendy parisian wannabe cafe called Balthazar. The cinnamon pastry was best (we had the pain au chocolate and the brioche too) washed 'em down with lattes in big bowls. My granola with dried cherries was super yummy and the soft boiled eggs with soldier toast points made my hubby happy. We then wandered around around all day checking out store after store mostly in SOHO but sadly no purchases were made. (Saw plenty to buy, don't get me wrong, I jjust couldn't get over the first purchase hurdle) One favorite and unique store to (re)discover was Opening Ceremony.

We ran into the frozen yogurt phenomenon called Pinkberry. A good friend raved about it so I really wanted to try. It does not disappoint. It tastes sour and tart like real yogurt but has just enough hinting of sweetness to be perfect —add toppings and you're in heaven (0 fat, 5 sugars, 6 carbs — no wonder the line is so long and filled with super models). Seriously, be prepared, the line is literally out the door but the people who work there are nice and handle the nightmare chaos in the tiny store.

At about 3pm we got hungry. We jumped in a cab taking the chance that we may not get a seat as we searched for the tiny restaurant Momofuko. The pork buns, grilled octopus salad, the Momofuko ramen plus the chicken over rice were all amazing. The beer was awesome too and label was so cute I had to take a picture. I'd go back in a heart beat and if I lived near there I'd eat it weekly. Super freakin' delicious.

We met a friend for a frosty beverage at Schiller's. Great drink menu including Pimms cups and a delicious homemade lemonade. It's a great hang out spot. We also wandering into cocoa bar and picked up a truffle or two and admired the simplicity and beauty of this cafe/bar concept. Why doesn't San Francisco have a cafe, chocolate and wine bar in one?

Then we headed back to our claustrophobic hotel suite for a little pre-dinner rest. It's funny I should complain about it 'cause it has stunning floor to ceiling windows and great views, but when the curtains are closed they are 3 inches from the end of the bed — and the bed is the only piece of furniture in the room. Plus there's only about the same width as an airplane aisle on the sides and the room's hallway. The bathroom door has to be closed to use the loo and sink. All the walls are a painfully blank and unimaginative white which really depresses me. Good thing the bathroom was floor to ceiling Bizazza tile and the shower was huge with two heads and big windows and I didn't run out of hot water. We'd actually stopped by the Bizazza show room earlier that day (image above) — I love those tiles! (We did our kitchen back splash with them)

Dinner was at 8:30 at Del Posto, The space is huge and there's lots to like about it and as much to dislike. While its grand, it also feels stuffy and I kept thinking it's like an old hotel lobby meets prom date spot. But for all my initial critical thinking dinner turned out to be amazing. We had the seven course chefs tasting and not a single dish disappointed, some like the shaved truffle pasta and kobe beef were simply heavenly. I particularly enjoyed the time to hang out with good friends and carry on a conversation that lasted hours. I can't believe I made it out to 1 am.

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