- In the main building are permanent shops including one dealing only with the products of the pig (lard, smallgoods, fresh meat etc)
A mushroom store: it was also mushroom week and you could buy mushroom farms as well as mushroom icecream (no I didn't try it)and varieties of mushroom I've never seen fresh.
- A caviar bar
- Fried asparagus and portobello mushrooms (I reckon the Americans could fry anything, what a waste of a good asparagus)
- Broccoli being sold on the stem
Outside one stall with about 6 metres of table space selling salmon in every form.
And for me the crowning moment - the thing which confirms San Francisco as foodie headquarters. A little girl, not much more than 18 months old slurping oysters freshly shucked by her dad off the shell!
From the market I walked down to Fisherman's Wharf for my one and only tourist food activity - clam chowder from a sourdough bread bowl. The chowder was more potato soup than clam chowder and I think I might have to try making some myself to find out what it is supposed to taste like.
The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering through bookshops (a busmans' holiday this one), including the wonderful Green Apple in the Richmond district where I kept telling myself as I looked through the used cookbooks " you only have a 30 kilo luggage allowance" I did pick up a paperback copy of Claudia Roden's Book of Middle Eastern food and this time I'm keeping it for myself (see earlier blog). I also went into a tiny VERY crowded 2nd hand bookshop on Haight St where the grumpy owner yelled at me when someone nicked one of her $1 books from the table out the front (apparently I didn't tell her about it quickly enough for her to catch him).