This souffle (and the savoury leek souffle that preceded it down my gastrointestinal tract) had to be one of the five best things I've eaten in my life. Somehow, in the last 27 years I've managed to never eat a soufflé). I am grateful to Cafe Jacqueline (North Beach) for rectifying this.
Apart from Jacqueline's delicious soufflés, I recommend the cappucinos at Caffe Trieste, the antipasti at North Beach Restaurant , the ragout d'agneau at Chez Papa, the chicken tandoori at Naan 'n Curry and the Lobster ravioli at L'Ottavo.
I don't consider myself a foodie (what a blah term anyways) but I was surprised by how memorable each of my meals was on this trip. I was travelling with people I don't know so well, and talking about our meals and sharing the experience of good food really helped break the ice.
Obviously, eating gourmet meals every night is not really a possibility when my employer isn't subsidizing me but I am resolving to eat at good restaurants more often than just on someone's birthday. I tend to think that spending all that money was somewhat wasteful since the food disappears once you eat it, but I've come to realise that something more remains after a good meal than just empty plates.
But I wonder now, am I being terribly narrow-minded? Are people living in refugee camps, eating rations, somehow not able to attain certain levels of human experience by dint of not eating at the Bay Area's finest eateries? Obviously no. Gosh I have to rethink the entire thesis of this blog post.