after dinner sneeze

I, in typical t fashion, went for the warm cinnamon roll bread pudding.  It was basically a mammoth-sized hunk of cinnamon swirl bread … with icing … and syrup (the strawberries were a pretty sad effort by SF standards).  And it was great – in all of its sugar-laden, carbohydrate-full glory.  In the background, you can see that g embraced her inner-San-Franciscan with an avocado toast with poached egg and hash brown.  Perhaps not the most creative dish, but it got the job done.  In all, it was a pretty good showing – I’d be willing to go back for another round to try out some other entrees.

This little slice here of frittata is what I like to call “g’s frittata” – mostly because it had like three different green veggies in it – just like she would would make if she was making a frittata (she loves bbrrooccccoollii).  More significant was where the frittata came from: Pizzaoilo in Oakland.  While we have yet to do anything substantial there, I’ve ventured their pastries twice, and I have to say that they’re pretty darn solid.  The frittata was nicely composed (nearly Talula’s Garden good).  The ham and fontaina croissant and lemon turnover were also both excellent.  If these are any indication of the dinners to be had, they’re in good shape.  We’re adding this place to our list of dinners to try.