Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, bells going off in my head, in love with the Marketplace at the Ferry Street Bldg in San Francisco. It's one long walkway of food fantasticness- one great big homage to the small, local, (even slightly obsessed) artisan vendors who lines its halls.
Honeys, cheese, wines, lavenders,truffles, salami, fish, oils, syrups, and oyster shooters, each booth a singular vision joined up in a larger whole. If I wax poetic, it's because, it's pretty wonderful to see a place thrive that supports lots of people doing one thing and doing it really well.
It's also a huge commuter hub where people go to catch ferries that go all over the San Francisco Bay. So it's beautiful in that way too because it's by the water. And they have a farmer's market outside the building three times a week. I bet that's something. But I was happy to be able to kind of have it all to myself at a not very busy time of day. It was so fun to explore. The mushroom booth was my favorite.