Only days after I took this shot, the awning and everything was gone. {Even the mattress was gone! can you believe it?} Looks like the old Danish cookie parlor has seen its last days. For years there was a huge sign in the window that said, “Diabetic cookies sold here!” and I always wondered if they were laundering money in there or if people actually ate diabetic cookies.
This street is now the uber-gentrified gastronomic capital of the Mission. The most wonderful cafe/bakery called Tartine rests on the corner of 18th and Guerrero. They have gorgeous breads and french pastries and a hearth table where you can drink your cappuccino. {Strangely, my favorite thing there is the muesli and yogurt. They must put crack in it or something. I could eat it every day for the rest of my life}
The rest of the block is lined with fantastic restaurants, a wonderful cafe, and ends with the most beautiful park in the neighborhood – Dolores Park.
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In other Mission news, my husband Matt built quite a beautiful web site for his desert library project and future projects. Check it out! And don’t miss The Hidden Agenda… {subterranean conference center}
Andrea, you take amazing photos, you write wonderful prose, and your links uplift the soul. Thank you, and don’t stop.
That’s a very lomo-looking photo there – great colours!
i am loving my hood through your lens!
Andrea, I am so enjoying the photographic tour of your neighborhood; it is growing the fervent love of San Francisco in my heart! Forgive me for being dense, though, but if the Danish Cookie photo is at 18th and Guerrero, why does the streetsign in the photo say Dearborn?
Andrea~
You make me miss San Francisco so much. I spent most of my time in the Mission District at the great taco places and panaderias. The artwork there on the streets is amazing. Thanks…
girl, you rock.
mmmmmm…Tartine. I certainly do not want for excellent food in NY, but that muesli and yogurt is unmatched. we must go in April, perhaps while the rest of the house still slumbers…
thanks for reminding me of one of my favorite “visit to SF” rituals.