Stout would go around the world and bring back rare books and that's how the store was born.

One day when I was walking around in the hills behind my house, I happened upon this bizarre street. It was as though someone had taken postmodernism and tried to make it into a block of houses. Each one has its own internally complete theme, involving strange colors and sculptural elements attached to the outside walls (gold eggs, wisps of wrought iron). This led me on subsequent walks to name them: the Corbusier House, the Barn, the Preschool Blocks house, the House of Wicca… and so on.

Dense eucalyptus forest on a hill. Great hike on foggy San Francisco days.

This place is a great spot for breakfast / snack / coffee in a cozy ambiance. The staff is lovely and the walls are filled with colourful art pieces. 

For all your pie needs, from savory to sweet.