Ok, I realize that writing about Specialty’s in San Francisco is kinda like writing about a Seven Eleven in a lesser city. That’s an exaggeration. But still, Specialty’s is sort of the San Francisco version of your average bakery and deli. There are a handful of them scattered around downtown, a few elsewhere in the bay area, and a few out of state. But I write about them because I find them to be utterly amazing.

What do you eat for lunch if you live in a regular city? Like Subway or something? Pish posh. I work in San Francisco and I order a Specialty’s sandwich at least once a week. Here is my favorite:

Specialty’s Mediterranean sandwich.

It’s called the Mediterranean. (Try spelling that without spell check. I dare you.) The Mediterranean:¬†Fresh mozzarella with kalamata olives, spinach, tomato, basil, red pepper pesto, basil pesto and balsamic vinaigrette on toasted thyme focaccia. Two types of pesto! Olives! And fine, I’m all snooty about it and I swap out the focaccia for ciabatta. Which is so easy to do with their online ordering system whereby I choose what I want (and sub in/out any ingredients!) and then go pick it up at the store 15 minutes later. It’s amazing.

And so is the sandwich. Soooo yummy. They have a whole plethora of inventive and traditional sandwiches, all made on their fresh baked breads and with their fresh ingredients! Warm sandwiches, cold ones, happy ones, sad ones, whatever. That doesn’t even make sense. Whatever. It’s delicious, their website is amazing, and you should go there.


AND LET’S NOT FORGET THE COOKIES. Which is actually the real reason for most of my Specialty’s trips. (And for this Heard About article of mine.) I go with my work husband at least three times a week, I’d say. Yes, that means my cookie intake is significant. But, as a result, so is my happiness intake. The semi sweet chocolate chunks are amazing. Simply amazing. And since I just re-signed up for email alerts (Yes, they will email you when fresh cookies are ready. This is dangerous but incredible all at once.), I am far too aware of the availability of freshly baked cookies a block away from my office every day from 2-6pm. Must… try… to… resist…

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Wayfare Tavern

Wayfare Tavern = Awesome.

I guess that’s really all I need to say. I’m adding this to my wish list (for places to return with a camera); this place was birthday worthy!!!

Main points:

  • a roving bread monger with freshly baked, croissant-like bread aplenty (and salted butter… oh lord, I could have just eaten this)
  • a small “American-food” menu with all kinda cool stuff that my dad would call “art food” but that was totally rad
  • a bar-like atmosphere, totally packed with well-dressed peeps at 10pm on a Thursday
  • GOOD ASS FOOD — I shared the deviled eggs and the ahi tuna carpaccio with a friend ¬†— delish!
  • I wanted to order all of the sides. yum.
  • a tiny plate of cookies with your check! do they know me?

In short, I LOVED this place. I want to go back. With a camera, like a tourist. Whatever. Totally delicious, a little pricey, totally worth it. W00t!


Word to the Sunset district! I never go out here. Ever. I don’t know if I’ve ever even been before going to Beachside. The Sunset was meh, but Beachside is a good draw out of the beating heart of the city.

This was a Brunch Club venture of a few weeks ago, and it was pretty amazing. Although, you know how if you see a movie with a person who loves that movie it kinda rubs off on you and you like it more than you might have otherwise? If you followed that drawn-out analogy, I think Beachside was kinda like that. None of us had ever been, but we were all oooh-ing and ahhh-ing the whole time, so I think there was a bit of a blindly praising feedback loop going on. I digress.

So, let’s start with the finale. Here is everything we ordered in overhead glory:

Overhead meal for four. Cheesy grits. Waffles. Eggs. Tater tots. Pie. Happiness.

It was all pretty amazing, even considering aforementioned feedback loop. Since I have a lot of pictures to showcase, I will try to summarize the experience textually:

  • Super busy, order at the counter, breakfast only (except dinner on Fri/Sat, apparently), table vulture-ing is an art form
  • Dessert case. I don’t think I need say more.
  • Gnarly intense selection of coffee bevs.
  • It’s kinda cheap. Like, for San Francisco. A waffle is $3.75. Fried egg sandwich $5.50. So I took it upon myself to order $20 worth of food for just me. Classic.
  • Tater tots!
  • Winner: Grits. So. Damn. Good. And we ate them too fast for me to take a picture, oops.(See Alicia’s spoon position in photo above.)

And, since we went with the one and only M. Quinn Sweeney, he obviously knew the chef (who, apparently, revamped the menu recently — GOOD JOB SIR) who gave us the VIP treatment. Which meant free pie and cookies. You might imagine that this did not displease me.

VIP Chicken and Waffles

Poached florentine. With tots.

Fried egg sandwich with tomato. (Tots on the side, don't even worry.)

Intermission: Why didn’t I take a picture of those grits? They were so good, I want some right now. Continuing on:

Tater tots

The glory!

Coffee time.

Moon pie!


The chocolate cookie hiding under the chocolate chip cookie was amazing. I’m not a chocolate cookie person; I always think I want one and then I realize it’s just not as good a chocolate chip. Not to me, at least. But there was something pointedly yet unidentifiably* special about this particular chocolate cookie. I even wrapped the last piece of it up in a napkin and put it in my pocket as we left. Like a hobo.

OH — and they make their own cotton candy. I hate cotton candy, and this kind was apple flavored which is like the most disgusting possible flavor, but the kids I was with loved it. Loved.

*F you, spell check, unidentifiably isn’t a word? WTF?

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