I’m still alive! Sorry for the long absence, but the last week has flown by, what with getting back into town, attending some social engagements, wrapping up some important work, and getting ready to go out of town again. That’s right, Matt and I are leaving tomorrow morning for a road trip. Where to? It’s a surprise. 😉 You’ll see! (In fact, I’ll probably spill the beans on the Almost Vegan Facebook and/or Twitter page tomorrow.) In the meantime, here’s the tail end of our San Francisco trip.
Last Thursday, I braved the rain and cold in downtown San Fran and spent the afternoon at Honey Honey Café and Crepery. Though I started out with just a bottomless cup of coffee, the memory of a certain Parisian crêpe came creeping into my mind as my tummy began to growl. So I rolled with it, and ordered this strawberry-and-Nutella-stuffed crêpe. Disclosure: neither the crêpe, nor the Nutella, nor the small scoop of ice cream on the side were vegan. But a meal like this is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing for me, and I thoroughly enjoyed every bite.
That evening, for the first time during this entire vacation, Matt and I were spontaneous about where to eat. We ditched my wish list altogether and sprang for something that sounded randomly good: pizza!
I’d just read in a magazine that morning that Paxti’s makes a mean Chicago-style deep-dish vegan pizza, so that’s where we went. A glass of Merlot served as our appetizer.
(I’m just posting this next pic because I think Matt looks sexy in it. Teehee.)
Our pizza was well worth the lengthy wait. Matt ordered onions, mushrooms, and red pepper on his half (hidden under the sauce on the left), while I got artichoke hearts, kalamata olives, and crushed garlic on my portion. The entire thing also had a layer of Daiya vegan cheese buried beneath the toppings. Yes, I finally tried Daiya! (I’m not big on cheese in general, as you know, so I never did get around to giving Daiya a try before this.)
Get a load of this crust! It was crunchy and cornmeal-y at the edges, and cut-with-a-fork soft in the center. The mounds of sauce, vegan cheese, and toppings made this a huge, heavy meal, and Matt and I both did something we rarely do—we left some of it behind. Note to self: next time, order the 10-inch pie, not the 12-inch!
All in all, San Francisco was a joy. I knew I’d like it there, but I didn’t know I’d LOVE it so much, thanks in large part to the food. San Fran truly is a vegan’s paradise!