Challah french bread toast with fresh strawberries and cinnamon made coming home that much sweeter
After Beijing, we stopped over in Hong Kong again for a night before heading onwards to San Francisco, where we spent less than 24 hours on a whirlwind visit with friends. The details are sketchy mainly because I was beyond tired, but we did manage to squeeze in a brunch at Olea, a little neighborhood restaurant loaded with what I imagine to be typical San Francisco charm.
Olea serves Blue Bottle Coffee, which we’d experienced on our trip through San Francisco last August. It’s some of the best coffee I’ve ever had, and having a beautifully prepared latte right after a 12-hour flight was a great way to start our visit home. (Of course, the great company was a big part of that happy welcome home, too!)
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Americans do a great brunch, and there’s really nothing that beats a leisurely Sunday spent with friends doing exactly that. We were a little sad that our San Francisco stop was so short, but we’re so glad we were able to catch up with our friends.
Oh, and that challah French toast was for the ages. Custardy, crisped by the butter on the pan, and just the right amount of sweet. Absolutely lovely.
Olea | 1494 California Street | San Francisco | California | (415) 202-8521 | Brunch on weekends from 9:30 am – 2:15 pmYum