I Love It When You Call Me Beard PapaI was in D.C. this past weekend, but it wasn't until I arrived back in San Francisco that I got a chance to visit a truly Supreme Court.

The new Westfield on Market St. has, hands down, the best food court I have ever seen.  It is a national treasure.

In the center of it all is a Beard Papa cream puff stand.  I had never heard of these guys before (it's a japanese company), but people are fanatical about their puffs.  You can watch the chefs make them in front of you or, minutes later, for a much more horrifying live show, you can watch me shove them into my mouth.