Breaking Bread
Today I went to Suppenkueche in San Francisco's Hayes Valley for brunch and invited a mix of friends and work colleagues. It was a nice gathering. We broke bread together and sat at a communal table. There was no linking of arms and swaying though. That would have been too weird and not enough beer was flowing. Hee hee!
I ordered geroestete Maultaschen, but they put too much egg in there. (See picture above) As a result, it tasted more like omlette than Maultaschen. Afterwards I headed over to the North Beach Festival and had a capuccino and cannoli. That might explain why I'm still full as I type this.
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