One of the things that's impressed me about San Francisco is the cultural diversity. (Hey, I'm from London, so that's saying a lot.) Looking at the city through food lenses, that means you can feast on Mexican tacos, Peruvian ceviche, Vietnamese crêpe, Hong Kong salt and chili crab, Japanese sashimi, American cheeses ... I could go on ... and all of that of pretty high quality.
One of the facets of this diversity, that you might not find easily in London, is the range of breakfasts on offer. On Tuesday, I went in search of a city centre café serving good old American buttermilk pancakes, but the place appeared to have vanished, along with my SF Breakfast Part I. Next up on my list were Vietnamese pho, dosai, and bagels with smoked fish (the last one as recommended by KB). A short journey got me to Part II this morning.
