I’ve taken a bit of a hiatus in writing. A bit may be the understatement of a century, considering it’s been just about 2.5 years. I didn’t stop writing or eating – I just found Yelp to be a more convenient storage dump for my thoughts while I worked 75 hour weeks. Somewhere along the way however, I missed the freedom of a blog. The ability to format as I pleased. To engage with fellow foodies and viewers in a way that wasn’t just a like or a “you’re a good writer” sticker.
So here I am. Once again. (I’m torn into pieces, can’t deny it, can’t pretend…I digress.) I’m hoping to make this at least weekly. Fingers crossed.
I haven’t stopped eating and I still routinely engage with the (ludicrous/amazing, glass half empty/ glass half full) idea of driving 75 miles for a good scoop of ice cream so this can’t be that hard.
Last weekend, I was overwhelmed with grief, largely evoked by overwhelming FOMO that after nearly 7 years in the Bay Area, closely following most food trends and having read this article 2 years ago, I still hadn’t boarded the toast bandwagon. You may be laughing right now, shaking your head that such a thing exists. But it does and it’s an earnest sort of “cafe life goal”. I kid you not. The number of places in the Bay that suddenly feature toast on their menus is too damn high. And we are NOT talking cheap. Prices start at $5 with tax for a semi-descent piece.
To be fair to myself, I did hop on this bandwagon back in 2013 when toast still looked like this. The times are a changin’. Toast courtesy of Babette Cafe, (newly relocated to the spanking new BAMPFA and still one of the best spots around).
On a hot Saturday afternoon, we arrived at Sightglass Coffee. We thought they would have toast. They did not and seemed weirded out that we even asked. #hipsters After a cursory Yelp check, I found that The Mill was highly respected for its offerings. We drove on over and eagerly ordered.
Here is one wall at The Mill:
Here is the bread at The Mill:
We ordered a slice of whole wheat sesame poppy with butter + pluot jam and the bird bread: sunflower + millet with yogurt cream cheese + honey + sea salt.
Here it is in all of its glory:
This is meant to be a review of the food and not of the ambience, you may be thinking. And you are correct. So let’s just say that the toast did not live up to the hype. It was really dry and thick, not toasted to perfection (I must have missed something, I thought toast was supposed to be toasted) and the toppings were meh at best. In my mind, I thought this legendary toast would be toasted, covered in butter and topped with deliciosities that would be difficult to replicate at home. I sampled something closer to what I was expecting at Asha Tea House an year or so ago when they still did toast. Admittedly, their’s was a more Asian inspired version, slathered in butter, properly toasted and promptly soaked in condensed milk. But it was delicious and I did not regret paying $4.50 + tax for it.
You can probably make yourself more gourmet and cost effective toasts at home. Like I did over here:
That being said, the ambience was 9/10 and the coffee was incredible.
Will I come back here? Likely not. Should you give it a try? Yes, even if just for the experience of having been to a San Franciscan Hipster Mecca.
The Mill
736 Divisadero St, San Francisco, CA 94117
(415) 345-1953
themillsf.com