Worker-owned, hole in the wall bakery worth waiting in line for.

Reliably divey, with an ample back patio, ill-advertised punk shows and the occasional appearance of dollar oysters.

In the Mission, now as terminally hip as it was formally poor, the St Francis is a greasy good time since 1918. Stuck beautifully in the 50's both aesthetically and menu wise it's Americana in a bun. Dig in.

Fancy fusion Omakase with local ingredients. If you feel like treating yourself. delicious!

You have a lot of hills to choose from in San Francisco but in my opinion the best (and most varied) views are from Bernal Hill. Bonus: from my kitchen table I can watch tiny blobs moving around on this hill-- slow blobs are people, fast blobs are dogs.