st francis diner, 24th & york, san francisco
as I mentioned in the last post, my inability to obtain a cheeseburger had been haunting both my dreams and my waking life. the first time I tried to go to St Francis, I was thwarted by their winter hours, and so this time I made sure to call ahead. I was heading out even later than I had the last time, because I had forgotten my keys at a friends house the night before, and didn't want to leave the house as I would be locked out. so I waited all day in my (foodless) house for my roommate to get home, finally heading out for the first meal of the day around seven. so yeah, I was pretty much starving by the time I got to the diner. usually I try to take a bunch of pictures of my meal so that I can pick the best one, but this time I only managed to snap a few before devouring the burger. and devour I did- this was exactly the cheeseburger I wanted. it came with everything, and was grilled perfectly. sometimes I prefer American cheese to cheddar, since cheddar doesn't melt as well, but this cheese was practically dripping off the patty. I think the burger lasted all of about a minute and a half, and the fries not that longer.