Under My {Red} Umbrella (ella ella)
Though I feel like the only thing I did in San Francisco was eat (and that I did), I also played tourist. 
An early morning stroll through Chinatown, North Beach, and more.
{Best. Focaccia. Ever.} Jalapeno Cheddar- oh so good.
A trek through the rain with an intermission for a saltine-showdown.
{The Challenger} Mama Pea.
{The Challengees} Ashley, Kath, & Allie.
An adventure almost foiled, saved by giant red umbrellas. Which of course made the rain stop.
A journey to Pier 39, including sourdough bread bowls and tomato soup from Boudin.
Through Fisherman’s Wharf, to Ghirardelli square, up the most gigantic hill of all- which was absolutely worth the climb upon seeing the view of the ever-so-steep zig-zagging Lombard St.
And the day ended, of course, with more food.
Some of the best Italian to ever be eaten, along with some of the worst pictures ever taken.
Fresh homemade gnocchi with pesto. Literally little pillow-y dough balls.
So many meals to recreate. So little time. Such high standards. 
