YUUUUUUUUUUUUUM! It's everywhere (mostly filled with clam chowder). The story is this bread likes this foggy climate. Little loaves of bread were EVERYWHERE (including in my tummy), and served with meals. If I didn't like anything else in San Francisco....I'd like it for the bread alone. There is one large bakery in Fisherman's Wharf called Boudin that has huge windows inside and out so you can see the bread being 'born.' There is also a section where workers shape the bread into super cute shapes (along with traditional loaves). Here are just a few of the end products:
Once the bread bakes they fill baskets with it, and it floats throughout the restaurants (there is line of these baskets 'flying' around in an assembly line of yumminess (there is some reason for this, it goes to the different eateries, and counters via these baskets, but let's pretend it goes to bread heaven). 
There is a store, restaurant etc etc etc that serves this 'heavenly bread.' Excuse me while I go book another trip to San Francisco...
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