Lured here by mention of volcanic rocks after the line for Mama's turned out to be ungodly, we had a brunch that left us in a serious food coma. Cheney had two eggs with tasty bacon, toast, homefries, and a disgustingly warm grapefruit wedge. Rosie had an Alpine burger, which was spilling forth with 'imported' gruyere cheese and mushroom, and also far too much coffee for someone who had been abstaining for months. We had to lug ourselves up a hill to the North Beach library afterwards, which was unfortunate, but our stomachs were very happy.
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