I'm starting to think that my favorite French food lives in San Francisco and not France.
I'd heard a lot of good things about Tartine before visiting, so of course I lowered my expectations to avoid any disappointment (it's just something I do). Nevermind that there was already a line out the door when Chelsey and I got there, or that it smelled like I'd died and gone to pastry heaven. It didn't matter that everyone seemed content while being in an over-crowded cafe or that everything in their display case looked amazing. It was just food, right?
I loved that they had four different croque monsieur options (ham, cheese, turkey and mushroom), and that Chelsey and I decided to split the mushroom. I loved that their tables were European style, where you share one big table with a ton of strangers, but that we had our own little corner of the table to ourselves. I loved that we didn't make ourselves decide between something sweet and something savory, and that we indulged in both. And finally, I loved that I found a new place to love, with a friend that I love, on a lovely Saturday.