Sunday morning dawned overcast and cool, as is often the case in San Francisco. Once Anita was awake, we headed over to Elite Cafe on Fillmore Street for breakfast. San Francisco is a breakfast city, a city awake early enough to enjoy its eggs an endless variety of ways.
One our way over, we passed the Webster Street fire station where the fire fighters were out for morning ladder drills.
Below, outside Elite Cafe
Elite is a New Orleans style restaurant, specializing in Cajun cuisine. For breakfast there were Bloody Marys, Arkansas scramble (eggs scrambled with bacon), corned beef hash, and beignets. No pictures of the beignets, I’m afraid. Ate them too quickly!
On the way back to the car, we passed a beautiful dog with a rather interesting haircut.
The results of some surgery? Or just an overzealous groomer?