I live in San Francisco, the city of the eternal Saturday afternoon.
I make food. I eat food. I go places. I take pictures of those places.
But I always cook too much pasta.
Half-shell, un-shelled, marinated, de-veined, or still-in-the-shell. And always with a side of cocktail sauce.
(How can anyone focus with a view like that?)
Swan Oyster Depot. Seating starts at 11, so line up at 10:45. Cash only. And be patient.
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