A friend was visiting San Francisco from Vermont and wanted to meet for breakfast and coffee. When “San Francisco” and “coffee” are put in the same sentence, the mathematical answer is Blue Bottle. In the early 2000s, an artist and coffee lunatic opened his own small roaster to produce coffee for snobs like himself. Today, Blue Bottle supplies the best restaurants in the city with their beans, and trains the restaurants to brew their coffee in the “correct” Blue Bottle fashion.
The result is a very San Franciscan drink, a dark roasted coffee, that which my coffee-freak father considers burnt tasting. Therefore, according to my father, Blue Bottle sells the most overpriced coffee in the world. Sorry Blue Bottle.
Surprisingly, this year Blue Bottle’s coffee did not make it onto 7x7’s list. Instead, it was their Belgian Waffle, and it made it to number forty-eight. I am lucky enough to have a fabulous new roommate who works for Blue Bottle, so he gave me the inside scoop on the Belgian Waffle: The Blue Bottle kiosk at the Ferry Building makes a small, dense, super sweet waffle for people on the go. The Blue Bottle café at the Mint Plaza makes your real deal Belgian Waffle with maple syrup, butter… the whole shooting match. That’s where I had to go.
With coffee in one hand and waffle in the other, my friend and I found stools at the window with the dim, rainy light shining in… a perfect breakfast ambiance. A quarter of the way through my waffle, I began eyeing my friend’s poached eggs on toast with a craving for protein. I began feeling recurring symptoms of my Bob’s apple fritter experience… the sugar shakes I like to call it. I’m sure this would be an enjoyable Belgian Waffle for those who enjoy fried doughy things more than I do. I was still looking for a crispier edge and saltier butter. So, worth the price? I'll have to agree with Dad.
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