After a number of months traveling the world, eating nothing but asado and karpusi, we finally came back to the US, the mecca of brunch. But then reallocation plans kept us busy, until we left for the West coast this past weekend, on a house-hunting trip.Stressed out of our minds due to the aggressive and competitive "landlord's market", we headed over to Wise Sons on the third day hoping to drown our sorrows in Challah bread and pastrami.Wise sons is one of the many hipster-friendly places that have recently started popping out in the Mission/24th Street. Far from the taquerias and Latino grocery stores that populate the neighborhood, Wise and Sons seems transplanted from the Upper West side.
We didn't take too many chances. I ordered Challah French Toast with fresh fruit (they sell Challah loafs on Fridays) and Diego had the pastrami sandwich with potato salad. My French toast came with four huge slices one inch tall, supper fluffy albeit a little bit too much egg. I was promised peaches and strawberries, but was served blackberries and strawberries and that didn't bother me too much. The orange butter was delicious, but out of habit I put it to the side so I can't really say how it played out with the bread.
As usual, Diego devoured his pastrami without a single word. I take that as a sign that he liked it a lot. He did say that it was a pity he couldn't compare it with the corned beef. I guess he was hoping for a Carnegie's-style "Woody Allen", half pastrami, half corned beef. Maybe if we move near by he can get them to name it "the Diego".
