There’s this little restaurant called Plow, where you wait in a huge line outside in the rain for 1-2 hours to be seated at one of the five tables to order some expensive eggs.
But you are SO glad you did.
Though it’s true we waited in the rain and the cold for an hour, the meal was great. I ordered the eggs benedict with mushrooms and spinach that came with a side of rosemary smashed potato hash amazingness.
Per usual, I split mine with my mom and I had half of her vanilla battered french toast with kumquat marmalade and caramelized bananas.
Our wonderful California native friends, Kathy and Rod ordered the egg sandwich and blood sausage.
We may look cold here, but moments later the sky opened up and we were breaking a sweat, scaling the hills of SF. <3 this place…
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