As you know, March 14 is Pi Day and a hallowed San Francisco tradition. We have a civic duty to observe this Mathematical Carnival in the most fitting manner.
Oh who are we kidding? This is just a great day to play hooky and eat pie.
Goldbely, a New York startup which specializes in airdropping gourmet foods from one part of the country to hungry gourmands in other parts (it's like a culinary Silk Road) came to the Mission's Dear Mom today with pies in tow.
This being San Francisco, there was a line around the building when the doors opened at 3:14. Once the doors were open the line to the pie table itself stretched through the entire bar, but there was, after all, pie at the end of that line, so we can't be all that surprised. Though one person's declaration that "This is what San Francisco is all about," might need vetting.
So let's rate some of the offerings on a scale of one to 3.14:
Twin Peaks Cherry Pie: That's a reference to the David Lynch show, not the neighborhood. This offering from North Bend, Washington had a pleasingly resilient crust despite the perils of shipping, but lingering questions about Laura Palmer's death made it harder to enjoy. Rating: 2.14.
Hoosier Sugar Cream Pie: A vaguely creme-brulee like offering from Indiana. No wonder it's such a sleepy midwestern state—everyone must be in diabetic shock. But the joke's on us if we didn't expect sugar cream pie to be sweet. There's a lesson in there somewhere. Rating: 1.14.
Brazos Pecan Pie: These arrived in boxes marked "Made in Texas." We assume "Don't mess with this pie" was on the other side. But all told, we finally have a reason to vist the Lonestar State besides SXSW. Rating: 3.14159265358979323846 etc.