Patisserie on California — Restaurant in San Francisco

Be a hero to your friends. "Wow! Thanks for the (fill in insanely good pastry here)"

Be a champion to The City, combat SFs reputation by directing tourists walking by towards the tent.

Be a fiend to your pancreas. Look at all those pastries! Let me count my Weigh...screw it. Pastry cream is my friend.

Be greedy. Eat and eat and eat. And, what is that one? Can I have one of those too? Eat more. When only one pie is left, don't say "you can have it" to the next person in line...give them some credit, they wouldnt have said it either.

Be spoiled. Never eat a Frenchish dessert at anything less than a Michelin listed restaurant ever again.

Be obnoxious. Tell all your friends "this is okay, but I know this Fren...". Watch their eyes roll. Roll your own eyes at their lava cakes and sacher tortes.

Be cold. It's the outer Richmond / Land's End region. Brrrrrrr.

Be glad you read this review now. The French Riviera is calling, and aint no one getting any younger, you know.

Minus one star for errant golf balls landing in the chocolate...

Ok this is one of the things I have discovered and come to really appreciate and love about this town. I really feel a place in my soul for these little pop up family owned sidewalk businesses where you can taste and feel the love and care that was poured into the products they are offering. Like this is one of the best things I’ve experienced here. This is the kind of thing I would totally invest my money and attention into wherever I am. I think it is so ingenious to know your talents and know what you can offer to others and then use that to support yourself and to bring joy to those around you. My daughter is so lucky that this weekend pastry shop is so close to her home. I would be in trouble though because I would be at their table every single weekend and then I wouldn’t be able to fit into my clothing or maybe diabetes would find a way into my...

If there is one positive thing came from the pandemic, it is Philippe Delarue’s ingenious idea to open up a bake shop here in front of his flat. It’s one of my favorite places to invite friends on Saturday or Sunday morning.

You can’t go wrong with any of his goods, but my personal favorite is the bread pudding. Delarue will generously add his “adults only” whiskey sauce upon ordering.

He is too humble to bring up the story himself, but ask him about his journey here – including stints in Le Mans, Paris, London, and Montreal. I can’t locate the article anymore but I think he once had the honor of baking for...