i’m not a huge fan of tartine, the bakery that many people consider the primo, el jefe, THE ONE, in the sf bay area. i simply feel like there’s places that taste better out there, ie manresa bread, b. patisserie and alexander’s patisserie, but feel free to debate with me in the comments! somehow, i still managed to check out their new place, tartine manufactory, less than 2 weeks after it opened. offer to drive, drag your friends along, and magical things happen.
before tartine though, we stopped for macarons and lunch. oops.
one of my friends swears by ketsourine macarons, so we made a stop there. the decor is extremely white, hence why my friend knew about it, since our white aesthetic obsessed friend took her last time. the flavors were solid: the guava rose was pretty guava-y and luckily light on the rose (i’m not a huge fan of eating rose or lavender things), the black sesame appropriately nutty and toasty, the (not-pictured) mint chip and tiramisu tasting exactly as you would expect but nothing more. the texture was ho-hum, though, and was more crispy than chewy (my fave places to get macarons are still alexander’s patisserie, chantal guillon, and ‘lette).
lunch was at hot press bc i refused to go to el farolito. remember that white-obsessed friend? she’s taken me to el farolito too many times, even if it’s reasonably priced and an overall good choice for mexican food. anyways, the panini at hot press had some crispyyyy bread (THE SOUND OF THE CRUST), even if the fillings were unmemorable.
and then, the reason for our day trip: tartine manufactory. my skip/power walk combo started once i saw the building, and was very mature.
for a fruit crisp, bostock (brioche topped with frangipane, berries and almonds; the middle item in the header picture), liege waffle and salted buckwheat chocolate cookie (not pictured), we collectively spent $20+. everything was tasty, but not quite so tasty that i would trek that far or want to deal with that parking situation or pay that much for a repeat. on the bright side, it has inspired me to schedule bostock into my kitchen’s (and my mouth’s) near future.
baker beach. last time i came, i didn’t realize it was a nude beach and was in for a surprise, but stayed to take pics of my b. patisserie haul anyways. this time, i knew, but the girl in the green shirt wanted to come. it was cold that day (see karl + my wind-blown hair?), and we got to fully enjoy the scenery (that first pic was also snapped when we were at baker beach) instead of working to advert our eyes away from scantily clad (if at all) wrinkly old men.