
Let's Get Toasted: Toasty San Francisco
What would you do for good food?
Stand in excessively long lines (ahem, Madrid and Street XO)? Wake up at all hours of the night to secure reservations (how else can I secure some of the most coveted reservations) Fly thousands of miles in search of the prettiest bite?
Mexico City is one of those places where deciding where you want to eat turns into a full-blown existential crisis. How does one choose between following the hypnotic swirl of al pastor on a spit or the sizzle of a street-side quesadilla? Or should you surrender to the elegance of one of the many fine dining spots where chefs are transforming local ingredients into works of art?