After running some errands this morning, we stumbled upon a coffee shop called Saint Frank.
It’s funny how in San Francisco, you end up finding cute pockets in the neighborhoods where you least expect it. It’s one of the reasons I love the city. There’s always something new to find.
It was warm and inviting inside with bright clean tones, wood grain and pops of color.
I got their winter spice latte with cloves. I can honestly say, it’s the best winter seasonal coffee I’ve ever had. I’m normally a fan of Sightglass coffee, but this was a treat.
My husband didn’t have any coffee here, but he did take several photos of me. This is what happens when you’re caught stealing bites from your husband’s pastry:
Hope everyone had a good MLK weekend. We’re back to work tomorrow!