We played with eggs and paint on Easter Sunday. Inside Pickle Palace, Susan reminded us to watch out for paint-stained fingers on our faces.
This was fun. I didn’t paint eggs as a kid.
Next – we did Easter Sunday dinner at Lafitte. We couldn’t stop thinking about the “Boeuf” item on the menu. We nearly finished that pan of beefy goodness.
I think we sampled nearly every single Easter entree on the menu. Angela, our server, took care of the pacing of our courses. As the sunset over the Embarcadero, we lingered over duck hearts, lobster bacon rolls and other savory dishes.
Facebook peeps – please check out my blog to see a lovely photo slideshow from Easter Sunday in San Francisco.