Photos by Lauren DeFilippo
When I was growing up, I would do anything I could to avoid eating breakfast. It wasn’t for a lack of hunger. Rather, I disliked the foodstuffs that made up this iconic meal. Scrambled eggs made me nauseous. Toast, pancakes and waffles, a bit bland. Even my 5th grade invention convention entry spelled it out: a “sog-no-more” cereal bowl, crusading against soggy breakfast. On weekends, I opted for leftover chili or other savory foods.
Our trip to San Francisco was a last minute plan, sprung from a work trip to the annual IACP conference. Being that I haven’t been to SF since I was 13, I enthusiastically tacked on a few days vacation to fully explore the city, and Lauren was all too happy to come along.
Breakfast at Boulette’s, which I experienced twice – on my first and last days in the city – is nothing short of a revelation. I try to reserve such seeming exaggerations for true stunners, and this is one of them.
From the dreamy open kitchen – complete with copper pots and other elegant details – to the intentionally brief, curated menu, everything was rave worthy. The nauseating scrambled eggs of my youth are not remotely the same species as the impossibly light and creamy eggs at Boulette. Drizzled with lemon or mandarine oil and served with a dollop of fresh chevre, they were the single dish for which I returned a second time.
The sheep’s milk yogurt and quinoa granola that I sampled the first time were also more than noteworthy. Extra-tangy, luxurious yogurt was served with a nutty, crunchy crumble of home-toasted grains and seeds. It’s hard to describe how something so simple can be so exquisite, but that’s the essence of Boulette’s.
Perhaps the most fun thing to order is the many-grain porridge, which is served with an assortment of little wooden boxes, offering nuts, seeds and dried fruits, such as currants. While these three stand-bys tend to be offered in different iterations each day, the extended menu changes constantly, based on the local offerings in the market.
As for the ambiance, the unusually tall and elegant waiters are as pleasant as the food, and the prime communal table seating offers a front-row view into the kitchen. Housed in the Ferry Building, which also hosts the city’s best farmer’s market, there is little not to love about Boulette’s.
If I had to offer one critique, it would be of the restaurant’s sweets. Both the brown sugar/kumquat and the lemon meringue tarts (which I bought on other mornings for breakfast) were a bit too sweet for my liking. It’s not that they were saccharine, but rather that the tart citrus accent I had hoped for was muted by other elements. That said, the textures, crust and meringue of both tarts were among the best I’ve ever eaten. So if you’ve a sweeter tooth than I, do dig in.
1 Ferry Building Marketplace
San Francisco, CA 94111