How to make the best pizza from scratch: A quick guide to the best restaurants in America
I spent a lot of time in San Francisco this summer.
And while I’m glad to be back, I also know that this city is a place where I’ll always feel like I’ve left my mark.
I remember the first time I saw a building I knew from memory: my parents’ house in the Mission.
The only other place I’d ever been that day was the old Mission Hotel, which had been converted to an old-fashioned coffee shop a few years earlier.
It was an amazing place, with a giant view of San Francisco Bay, and it had a great patio with a bar and a large dining area.
And the owners were very welcoming and friendly.
But back then, I had no idea that this place was going to become one of my favorite places in the city.
I remember my parents calling me, and I remember them saying, “Mom, Dad, we’ve got to get to the office.”
I was just like, “Ok, Mom.”
They just gave me a big hug and they were gone.
It was so magical.
I loved it, and then I started noticing other places in San Diego, too.
I started seeing a lot more restaurants, which is the same thing.
I was like, oh, I gotta go there.
I needed to go there, but the place just felt so much better.
But my parents were always like, that place is amazing.
And it wasn’t until I went back to San Francisco, that I realized, hey, there are some amazing restaurants here, too, and they all really do their job.