03/18/07 - Breakfast

Breakfast is a pretty rare occurrence for me around here. The weirdness of this is equivalent to the rarity of breakfast. My parents came up to SF for my sister to give my dad a haircut. They originally wanted to get brunch, but I didn't feel like that. So they decided to get breakfast. Ok cool, I'll be there. Where are we going? Crepevine. Crepevine? WTF. Why am I driving a half an hour when I can go to the crepevine five minutes from my house? I relented and went. Their french toast is good. Their house potatoes are still kind of suspect. I don't know if they're too heavy or what.

When I took my camera out to take this picture, my mom asked what I was doing and I embarassingly explained it to her. She was surprsingly excited, and wanted me to take a picture of the potatoes because I was eating those as well. I didn't take the picture. Sorry mom.

After breakfast we drove up to Sausolito. That was fun.