I had a blissful holiday moment last week. Picture this: a little french boulangerie in the lower Haight on a cold winter evening. Inside: candles, croque monsieur, pints in tall glasses, Ella Fitzgerald singing Christmas songs, festive lights around the bar. Outside: bundled up couples with pugs on leashes, lugging home their Christmas trees on foot.
Definitely my favorite thing for December 7th.