As someone who keeps a sourdough starter going in her fridge, I was pleased when our hotel in San Francisco did not offer breakfast and we just had to go to Boudin Bakery at the wharf for sourdough french toast. We had walked around San Francisco the night before and when I saw french toast on the menu, I knew where we would be going the next morning!
The restaurant is attached to the baker, where through a huge window you can watch the bread making process. We had already watched for a while the night before so we headed straight into the cafe for breakfast. You cue up in a line at the front of the counter and place your order, then you stand around at the end and wait for them to call your name. You then take your food on a tray out into the eating area.
Even though the bread bowl with eggs looked great, I did have my heart set on French toast. It was everything I had hoped it would be. The four slices of toast were thick, crispy on the edges and chewy. They arrived dusted in powdered sugar, and they soaked up the added maple syrup easily. The bacon was thick and meaty. The coffee was Peet’s – not my favorite, but good enough.
I can’t comment on any of the other menu items, but the French toast was wonderful.
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