I pretty much had a one day weekend, or at least in my mind I believe I only had one day. I worked nights on Saturday, but during the day I managed to make it out to the Mission and had some Mexican food as well as some coffee from Linnea Cafe, one of my favorite coffee spots in the city. They have chairs and tables now! Woohoo! If you want to explore some more of my favorite haunts, feel free to take a look at the foursquare list of places to get caffeinated in the Bay Area.
But the day I really want to talk about was Sunday. The title of this post is no accident (things rarely are with me – I’m a very deliberate kind of fellow). We started off at our favorite coffee roaster in San Francisco. Did you say Fourbarrel? That’s right. There was a repurposed, wooden, ironing board out topped with sugar, creamer, and lids. The alleyway was amazing to say the least and made for a great backdrop. I could write blog post after blog post about her, so I’ll make this one short and sweet. My model for the day runs A Cup Of Joan. She’s a talented writer, storyteller, wordsmith, photographer, baker, accomplished cook, in-the-shower singer, dancer, actress, face-stuffer, creative artist, interior designer, event coordinator, and coffee connoisseur. That’s just the beginning. Oftentimes you’ll find her in a cafe or coffeeshop writing about her passions in life, her own life, and delving into the complex nature of human beings. Her writing is as complex as her mind and her soul.
I took it upon myself to snap a ton of pictures because I haven’t had time to do that in a while and practice is vital if you want to stay in touch with your creative side. I was struck by and in love with what she was wearing and how she looked, so I documented it. Shoes – check. Reflection – check. OOTD on a milk create – check. Then there’s my all-time favorite: the one with her in all her glory. She’s a darling and beautiful as they come.
We stopped by Samovar Tea Lounge for a rosie palmer, then hit up Arizmendi Bakery before heading over to Bi-rite Creamery for some vegan ice cream. It was delicious, especially because it was so hot in San Francisco over the weekend. I opted for the addition of walnuts – I was craving some nutty flavor in my ice cream – wish granted. Our last stop was Gracias Madre – tacos, pico de gallo, and guacamole: everything was fresh as can be. As my friend described it – once we stepped inside the gates at Gracias Madre, it was like we were transported to a different world. And like most things with her, I humbly agree.
I almost forgot: props to the baker for the pear walnut muffin with figs on top. Delicious.