A spot of France.

Fringale, at Fourth and Brennan in San Francisco, is not your common or garden lunch joint. It may be in a grotty area, but the prices are strictly top dollar and the fare is high quality French. So much so that I was too intimidated to ask for a beer, fearing I might be chucked out on my ear for such crassness.

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I wanted to keep things light – meal and check – so opted for the Salade Niçoise, my crackerjack French pronunciation somewhat smoothing the waters, earlier ruffled by the appearance of my tired Levis. That’s a nice slab of medium rare tuna atop.

The service here is outstanding, the very French proprietor charming and the whole thing comes with a white table cloth feel in a light, clean interior.

Prices are high, especially when you add $10 for a small glass of wine.

Not my regular sort of place, but a nice change for those days when I make a bit of coin in the markets. Too bad about the beer, though I did luck out with a nice street snap right after, inspired by the tuna salad:

Protests, politics and milestones. Fourth near Market Street, SF. G3, kit lens @22mm.