On another of the incredibly hot days in SF—the thermometer read 95 just outside J&J's French doors—we celebrated the rare warmth (OK, insane heat) with a Champagne brunch with ingredients picked up from the nearby farmer's market and at Delessio. Yes, just the act of eating reduced us into sweaty betties, but heck, how often do you get San Francisco days that turn into warm nights? Almost never. So, I'll take it. Any time.
Nothing like steak n' eggs, baybeeeeee.
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