Have you heard that editing videos is hard? It is! I’m embarrassed to tell you how long it took to edit this piece, but I learned a few things so the time wasn’t wasted. In any case, I don’t think I did the Ferry Building any justice here, but I do want to say that this might be my favorite market in the country and if you find yourself in San Francisco on a Saturday morning, you should 1000% drop in and stuff your face silly. It’s the right thing to do. 🙂
Okay, that wasn’t the only reason we were in the Bay Area (my brother & his wife live there), but hey, it was an option so it became a priority. 🙂 The low down on crackbread:
- Crackbread is more properly known as Sweet Senorita Bread. It’s addicting (hence, the name). If I had to describe it, it’d be some like a supersoft baguette with some butter and condensed milk (I think?) rolled into it.
- You can’t have 1. Seriously. Don’t be that person. Leave with at least 5 pieces per person. Read the Yelp reviews if you don’t believe me.
- These are best eaten as the box is handed over to you. Warm crackbread is the best bread.
- The place that serves crackbread – Starbread Bakery – is quick, fast and cheap. I think they serve food, but the two times I’ve been there, people just come in and out for “the goods”. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.
Enough of that. I didn’t bring Walter with me on this trip because I wanted to focus on getting to know Miss Daphne. [She’s so much easier to tote around!] It’s been fun taking pictures with a smaller camera, and I’m trying to get in the habit of shooting more video. Now I’m going to have to get into the habit of keeping the camera still. 😉
I’m getting hungry for some again. However, since I’m nowhere near South San Francisco at the moment, I may just try this copycat recipe one of these days.
The family and I went to San Francisco this past week to visit the other part of our family (my brother & his wife). I didn’t take as many pictures as I normally do on this trip and opted to hit the record button more. I’m not sure how that went as I haven’t previewed too many of the clips yet, but we shall see, LOL. Anyway, here’s a cinemagraph of us hanging out on the swing set at Mission Dolores Park. I was hoping we’d be here with a bag full of treats from Tartine (which is down the street), but the line was too long. The people outside tried to convince me that the line was quick moving, but I didn’t want to chance it with two of my fidgety travel buddies. Next time, Tartine!!!
I have two besties from college – I’ll call them J and M because they’re not internet people. Once upon a time, we used to be very good about taking annual trips somewhere. Then, life got a little busy for them as they have 5 kids between the two of them…and life was just starting for me. (Seriously, when they started having kids I pretty much just started my relationship with my now-husband.) I’ll just say that life MASSIVELY got in the way for all of us, and I’ll take up most of the blame as I (being the single one) could have rallied to get them to go on more vacations together. But I didn’t; however, I think they still like me. 😉 Anyway, J and M’s kids got older, so they were ready (aka more vocal) to take trips again….just as I was starting the whole parenting thing. LOL. They’re both really fantastic moms, so when The Osthoff was presented I (very reluctantly) said okay, knowing that they would help out with The Kid and The Girl. After a gazillion years, we managed to coordinate our schedules back in July to spend a few days up in Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin with us girls, our kids and our husbands.
OMG, we all had the best time.
The resort was beautiful (“It’s like the set of Dirty Dancing“, J kept saying as the rest of us giggled in agreement) and a great setting for us to relax, bond, let the kids play and do our adult thing (wine). I am sitting here typing thinking of the mornings at the beach; babbling about nothing and everything; getting honked at by the locals while in the Walmart parking lot (hint: if you don’t want this to happen to you, don’t idle your car in the middle of an aisle….with an Illinois license plate. Wisconsinites don’t have a high tolerance for Illinoisans, ha!); relaxing at the spa; being forgotten about at the spa (but still getting to sit there sans children, so it still worked out in my favor); getting stuck on the elevator for about 5 minutes (with at least 2 people in our group coming off the elevator with tears of fear in their eyes); meeting the most outgoing girl named Paris (not that Paris) at the bar on our last night there; going on the hunt with J and M’s kids (just their kids) to find chicken tenders (I admit that I was the one that wanted them); M moonlighting each night as our condo’s DJ with her iPhone and Spotify account (“Diana would like to dedicate this next song to her bestie J…” [blares N’Sync’s “Bye Bye Bye”]) and many, many other little vacation snippets. If you truly want to bond and make memories with friends, forget Girls Night Out and plan a trip together – that’s truly the better way to “break bread”.
Almost there! Took a detour through Belgium….Belgium, Wisconsin
With his girlfriend
They’re both in their happy place
I can’t remember what was funny about this
Sitting poolside with The Girl. Photo taken by M
That one night everyone went to get ice cream, and I stayed behind to put The Girl to bed. It was weird to have the thirty or so minutes to myself, but I kinda liked it. 🙂
Safe to say that we’ll be back at The Osthoff again next year. 🙂
I actually thought I had more pictures of Russ & Daughters. But I’m a moron and only have two. TWO. But in all fairness, we were only here for about 10 minutes to pick up some dried fruit. The Husband was excited to leave with a bag filled with dried mango, apricot and papaya. The Kid was pretty happy with the purchase, and for a few days after the trip kept asking for apricots. (He’s two, and these days, whatever he retains in his memory bank is most likely food related.)
“Where have you guys been my whole life???” [Picture taken by my sister-in-law.]
Jessica also left with a bag of dried pineapple, which she was bringing home to her mom. From my understanding, the bag made it to her mom….but the family dog got to the bag before anyone could try the pineapple. 🙁 But don’t worry, Yoshi is fine.
Oh man, I don’t know what took so long, but after a million years, we finally found ourselves at Katz’s Deli on a Tuesday afternoon.
It was a little after 1 o’clock. I didn’t think the crowd was too bad.
What do you think?
Ever since The Kid started traveling with us, the four of us adults (my brother, his wife, The Husband and I) have somewhat figured out how to do the conquer-and-divide thing when eating out. One or two of us will take charge with the ordering, one will deal with The Kid and the last adult (or two) will find tables. This was the first trip with The Girl, so this was a new experience. What ended up happening was that my brother and Jessica ended up going to the counter to put in the order for all of us while The Husband took the kids – and our double stroller!! – and found a table near the back counter. I should have helped him, but I got giddy and ended up standing at the counter with my brother and J. Then, I realized I should order fries to make sure The Kid wasn’t too hungry, so I stepped into another line that had the fries and went to meet my little family at the table. I couldn’t tell if The Husband or The Kid enjoyed the fries more. Whatever the case, I went back to the Fry Line – this time to get drinks, which I forgot to get the first time around. (I ended up going back up a few more times afterwards for more drinks and fries. By the time we finished lunch, the counter guy and I were buddies.)
I got to sit down for a few minutes before my brother & Jessica arrived with the food.
YUM YUM YUM. So good.
If you were Jessica, you would have gotten this beautiful view with your food (ha ha):
(Thanks for the picture, Jessica.)
The Husband and I ended up splitting a pastrami sandwich – we wanted to leave room to try other stuff throughout the city later that afternoon (good decision, by the way). But I tell you, that sandwich was pretty filling even though we split it. The Kid, however, wasn’t too interested in the sandwich as he stuffed his mouth with two huge pickles and most of the fries. He also didn’t seem to care that the employees plopped a long piece of bread on the counter to the left of us and proceeded to make some sort of sandwich:
I would totally love to have been at the party the finished sandwich arrived at.
As we were eating, an employee came up to say that The Girl was really cute…like “so cute” that he wanted to “put her in the pastrami pot”. Her reaction to that?
Ha ha ha ha, she definitely was not feeling that.
After we finished our meal, we headed out front to pay the bill only to find that I had to turn around and head to the back (near where we were sitting) since I was paying with a credit card. (If you have cash, you can pay in the front.) No big deal except I wanted to buy shirts for everyone, but they sent me back up front and by the time I headed up there, there was a line. I’ll have to save the Shirt Buying for the next trip. 😉
Can’t wait to return! (This lovely picture is two-thirds of our group after lunch. I am not 100% sure, but I’m willing to bet that I was like, “Let’s go wander down this way and see where it takes us!” while everyone was confused because I had mentioned wanting to go to Russ & Daughters earlier….which was in the opposite direction. Welcome to traveling with me. I will say that we came across Rise Coffee on the detour that I somehow accomplished obtaining. My brother was the only one who got coffee. As a result, he was the only one who didn’t have to deal with a Katz Food Coma.)
Random thought #1: I should put these pictures on Instagram, shouldn’t I?
Random thought #2: My brother made a video on our experience at Katz’s. Watch it here.
Ah, at last I come back to blogging a little something about our time in New York. Let’s start from the beginning….
We left Chicago early one Sunday morning and arrived in NYC right before lunchtime. (For the record, this is a GREAT – aka SHORT – flight for the 2 & under passengers. The Husband and I were pretty floored that the kids behaved themselves for the 90 minutes we were in the air. At 6 months old, this was The Girl’s first time in the air. She napped the entire time. Whew. The Kid, has flown a few other times and we’ve never really had anything less than a stressful situation with him while flying. This time – and we’re thinking it’s because he’s at that ripe old age of two – he was pretty good. Thank you, iPad. Happy to go to New York with the two of them anytime if it’s always like this!) By the time we met up with my brother & his wife at our Airbnb, everyone seemed to be hungry. The host of the Airbnb mentioned Roberta’s for “some really great pizza”. Only later did I realize how right she was. So we took a walk from our place to Roberta’s to find that there was a wait in the restaurant. BUT bonus: there was a patio/beer garden in the back with plenty of seating. The weather was pretty favorable on this day, so we went to the back and snagged a table under the shade while the Childless Couple (that’s my jab at my brother & Jessica. They know I envy their carefree lifestyle, lol) went inside to grab our food. I think we waited about 20 minutes (it was a busy day at Roberta’s), so The Husband sat at our table with The Girl, who wasn’t sure if she wanted to sleep or watch us. (She ended up watching us.) Meanwhile, The Kid was happy to wander the patio area with me.
I didn’t take a picture of it, but there was a garden on the rooftop. I don’t think it’s open to the public. I’m only mentioning this because I’m determined to find a way to get up there next time I’m in Brooklyn. 😉
Then, the drinks and food arrived.
No exaggeration: YUM YUM YUM. The pizza was fantastic, and I wish I had the verbal capacity to tell you why and how. But I think it really just came down to simplicity of ingredients and a wood fire grill. Oh, and FYI – we ordered [from left to right in above photo] Beast Master, Margherita and the Famous Original (which might be a little too spicy for a two year old…oops). And that’s chili oil in the bottle you see in the middle – I don’t know how spicy/good it was but they seem to sell quite a bit of it, so it must be worth trying!
It’s possible that I want a pizza oven like Roberta’s now…
…although mine will be outdoors and the inscription above the oven door will say “I’m hungry.” That’s appropriate, right? Ha ha.
I enjoyed this pizza so much that we visited this place again before we left a few days later. Oh, and I also bought the cookbook:
Sigh, now I want pizza. I guess I better put that cookbook to use. 🙂
I didn’t take any pictures of Grand Central Terminal that you haven’t already seen before. (Also, I didn’t know that the station had its own Instagram account.) It’s a beautiful space, and I absolutely loved seeing it in person (and also getting out of the rain on this particular day). And I loved trying to bring this one moment to
The first thing we did when we arrived in New York was….to go to our Airbnb to drop off our things. The second thing? Walk to Roberta’s for lunch. (The pizza here is fantastic. I’ll share a post on this place later.) After that? Well, we did the right thing and had an Uber take us to The Brooklyn Bridge.
By the time we arrived, it was 4PM on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. So as you can guess, it was CROWDED, and I didn’t get any shots that even closely resembled this. We’ll try to come early next time. 😉 One tip though: if you like biking, I wouldn’t try to ride this bridge on a beautiful weekend afternoon. You’re just going to get mad at the pedestrians in your way, even though there is a dedicated bike lane. (Sorry, NYC bikers! I know I upset more than one of you.)
Have I mentioned how contagious the NYC energy is? My kid caught it within the first few hours. (As did the woman who photobombed this pic apparently, lol.)
I tried my best to vlog during this trip, but I didn’t do a great job and only managed to get it done twice – this was one of the occasions:
P.S. I’m super duper slow on blogging our time in NYC. If you want a jump start instead of waiting for me, go to Jessica’s site. She wrote about our time here, here, here and here. (She’s a million times faster than I am – and definitely more detailed!)
Last week, we took a family trip to New York City. We were all so excited because it was the first time that we (my brother, my husband and I) had been in a decade. This time, we were joined by three more people (my brother’s wife, The Kid and The Girl). Two kids plus a kid-less couple? Oh yes, this was going to be a very exciting trip indeed.
(I’m just teasing – my brother & his wife did well with the kids. The Girl might have been a little suspicious as to why we kept leaving her with them though. And The Kid loved being encouraged to run into their room – we shared a 2-bedroom Airbnb in Brooklyn – naked. I loved hearing my brother freak out before demanding that The Kid “put some pants on”. Don’t worry, I don’t have pictures of that, ha ha. ) Anyway, on the first day we were there, we were greeted to sunny temperatures. The next day: rain. Lots of it.
The only redeeming factor about rain while traveling is that it makes for some cool pictures. I admit I like happy, light photos. But sometimes it’s nice to capture a few moody pictures.
Here’s a picture of my brother and sister-in-law taking in each other’s company under their umbrella:
…with my husband zooming past them with the stroller:
(I like that they didn’t seem to react, ha ha.)
Okay, back to my light and cheery photos. 😉