“My mom and sister are coming to the city for breakfast, where should we go?”
“Stacks.”
Excellent. One question, one answer. No fuss. No reservation. It was a Monday (New Year’s Eve), so none of the hip brunch-y places in North Beach near my place were going to be open. And, apparently, my knowledge of City breakfast places outside my brunch neighborhood is slim. So, Stacks it was.
Bloody Mary with bacon. Mother was pleased.
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