Anywhere there is a croque monsieur (ou madame) on the menu, I will get it. Tartine's version had roasted pepper, Niman Ranch ham and bechamel. It was also accompanied by a little carrot that was shockingly acidic.
This chocolate pudding is pretty much what God has for dessert every night, I think.
I struggled over whether or not to get a slice of quiche, since I'd already greedily ordered forty dollars worth of pastry by the time I got to this display near the head of the line. I resisted the temptation and passed on it, and I still regret that decision a week later. Creme fraiche is hard to come by around here when you don't cook, or live next to Tartine.
Banana cream tart. The base of this tart was coated with dark chocolate, delicious. But I was not a fan of the bananas.
This was bread pudding topped with fruit, I think? Not a fan of this either. Who orders fruit with their pastry, when there is chocolate to be had?
In summary, Tartine was gorgeous, despite the fact that we 1) waited around forty-five minutes in a line sprinkled with aggressive pastry-eating people, and 2) miraculously found a table and were kicked out of that table by aggressive pastry-eating people because we did not follow ordering protocol. The croque monsieur was also not as good as at Landmarc, but this is actually a good thing. I don't want anything topping my love for Landmarc.
I never look happier than when I'm in love, or surrounded by food, or living in a place that feels like home.I love you, Bay Area. I know I once called you Boring McYawnVille, but that was only because I was young and lured by empire states and London bridges. You're changing my mind, every single day.
