DP and I took a much-needed getaway this past weekend to San Francisco! Living in LA, we're not very far away and yet hardly ever visit. That needs to change. SF is so cool! We decided (and I'm sure we're not the first ones) that if New York City and Los Angeles had a baby, it'd be San Fran for sure.

We spent a ton of time in the Hayes Valley area. Such great strolling and shopping and restaurants. This gourmet charcuterie place, Fatted Calf was gorgeous inside.......

Inside Ritual Coffee:

Other noteworthy Hayes Valley places:

Gimme Shoes for a killer selection of (expensive but amazing) Fiorentini + Baker boots
Blue Bottle Coffee in a darling alley
Smitten Ice Cream for crazy delicious, gourmet frozen treats
This chain-link enclosed beer garden for a yummy pint during bustling happy hour
Cisco Home, our fave furniture store has an outpost there too so we stopped in to do some couch-testing:

Our very cool hotel was across the street from the Ferry Building, a beautiful indoor gourmet marketplace:

Another Blue Bottle outpost:

David ordered me a decadent, double-chocolate cake from the darling confectioner Miette! (And yes, I'm still accepting Birthday gifts 6 weeks after, FYI.)

We saw some old friends, Eric and Megan for lunch:)

...walked by this beautiful church...

...and rode a streetcar (!)

(This is one of 4, 562 pictures I took from inside. Obsessed, much?)

On Saturday night, our friends Stephanie and Trey took us to their favorite neighborhood Italian place, Piccino...

...and then to the San Francisco Symphony, where Trey performs as a bad-ass percussionist! So fun to see him up there doing his thing. David thought the sides of the auditorium looked like Legos:

Our last morning we lounged on our hotel's rooftop terrace (recovering from all we ate and drank the whole weekend)...

So much water- and Bay Bridge-gazing...

A couple other things that happened:

Great pre-dinner drinks at Wine Jar
A Decadent dinner at Spruce
Really fun clothes shopping at Scotch & Soda

Can't wait to go back...send me your suggestions if you know SF!
xoxo
jolie

P.S. A bunch of these pictures were taken by David Pagani:)
P.P.S. Thanks, Stephanie, for the picture of the four of us! I can't believe how great we all look considering the impatient/irritated waitress who took it:)

things I'm crazy about lately

Inspirational street art! (I found this about the artist, Morley--hope I see more of his stuff around town now that I'm looking for it.)


And inspirational house art! This person is my hero:

Making time for more heart-shaped cookies and affogato (this one's from Cook's County):

Sneaking out of baby showers to have photo shoots in fancy hotel bathrooms with friends (complete with props):

Watching Lena watch the backyard:

Taking pictures of people looking at pictures:

High-falootin' and super risky car coffee (I like living on the edge):

Plucots (and saying the word 'plucots'):

Hope you're having a great week:)
xoox
jolie

P.S. Some faves lately:

Just started this book and it's riveting.
Can't wait to try some healthy things from this cookbook.
I know I've talked about mascara before but this one is seriously awesome.
Revisiting this soundtrack and it's giving me so much nostalgic joy:)

snappy black bean soup with jalapeño and cumin

The last time I set foot in an Abercrombie & Fitch was ten years ago. I was almost creamed by a football being thrown between two shirtless, six-packed young men. My reflexes had been dulled by the earsplitting music and the acrid scent of high-school-boy-in-heat cologne so I didn't duck until the last second. As if I didn't already feel old enough, I promptly tweaked my back while ducking and thought: Ow! My back! and then: What the eff am I doing in here? I extricated myself and took A&F off my radar completely. So imagine my surprise when strolling through the mall last week, a shirt caught my eye as I strolled past their window. It was a darling, button-up chambray number featuring little polka dots. Without even thinking about it,  I found myself enter.

There were no football throwers or teen shoppers so that made me feel less old except this: the music was LOUD. I think it got even louder and more strident during my respite. I meandered around, looking for the shirt when a pimply-faced employee greeted me. "HELLO!" She screamed. "HI!" I replied. I walked past her, took a lap around the whole store and couldn't find it anywhere. And my lord, those clothes looked young. Lots of pink and super juvenile with cutesy adornments. Seeing the clothes up close after all this time made me feel WAY too old to be in there. I had to hurry up.

I approached the teenager. "CAN YOU HELP ME FIND THE SHIRT IN THE WINDOW WITH THE POLKA DOTS??!" I screamed. "SORRY?!" She strained. It continued like this as we yelled back and forth. I utilized some pantomime at which point she finally understood and pointed me toward a table in the front where various denim items were folded in stacks. A second teenaged employee was there, folding and stacking. I finally saw The Shirt and as I reached for it, I noticed an adjacent pile of jean shorts. The top pair were so tiny that I did a double-take. Now, I know I live in LA where there are some seriously small ladies (and small sizes, accordingly), but these were itty bitty. Then I saw that they were a size 8. A size EIGHT. Not a size 0 or 00. Then it hit me.

"IS THIS A STORE FOR KIDS?!" I asked.

"YES!" She said.

I felt I needed to clarify: "I MEAN, I KNOW ABERCROMBIE IS FOR TEENAGERS BUT I MEAN: IS THIS STORE FOR LITTLE KIDS?" I asked.

"YES! IT'S ABERCROMBIE KIDS, MA'AM!"

Ma'am.

I stood there with my mouth agape. It all made sense now. She read my mind. "WERE YOU SHOPPING FOR YOURSELF?!" She asked/laughed. "YEP," I said. "I GUESS YOU COULD TRY TO FIT A DOUBLE XL!" She said (and I know she was mocking me). Laugh away, I thought. I started to give her a dirty look and then felt bad because A&F is probably the only place where young people are simultaneously acne-riddled and hearing-damaged.

I left the shirt on the table without refolding it and split outta there with all the vigor of youth.

Black Bean Soup
adapted from epicurious
serves 8

This soup will make you feel young! Or it will make you not care that you're old. It's that good:)

4 T olive oil
2 small-ish or 1 1/2 medium yellow onions
2 carrots
6 large garlic cloves, minced
1 T minced jalapeño (take the ribs and seeds out before mincing unless you like it uber-spicy)
4 t ground cumin
1 large pinch kosher salt
4 15oz. cans black beans, undrained
2 15oz. cans roasted, diced tomatoes, undrained (I used the ones with green chiles added)
3 cups chicken broth

chopped green onions (white and light green parts and a little bit of the dark green parts too)
chopped cilantro
lime wedges
cotija cheese (or feta would be great)

Heat up the olive oil in a large soup pot over medium heat and add the onions, carrots, garlic, jalapeño, cumin and salt. Sauté until soft, stirring occasionally, about 8 minutes. Add the beans, tomatoes and broth and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer for 15-20 minutes. Carefully transfer 6 cups of soup (in two batches) to a blender and puree. Add the puree back to the rest of the soup, stir well and taste for salt. Serve with lime wedges, green onions, cilantro, cotija, and lots of chips.

xoxo
jolie