All I will tell you was that somewhere in San Francisco, hidden behind a red door on a foggy street, there’s a tiny restaurant run by two incredible people who knew what it meant to feed your soul.
This is so lovely (aside from being absorbed in the story, your technical prowess with sensory storytelling never fails to amaze me), thank you for sharing--while hiding the restaurant, of course! I now have the urge to spend a month in San Francisco, wandering the streets and trying every red door I see...
This is so lovely (aside from being absorbed in the story, your technical prowess with sensory storytelling never fails to amaze me), thank you for sharing--while hiding the restaurant, of course! I now have the urge to spend a month in San Francisco, wandering the streets and trying every red door I see...