Beaches fronting bays full of wet-suited surfers, sheer cliffs, fog-shrouded hills with or without clusters of houses clinging to the craggy edge -- it's mostly gorgeous, but natural beauty appreesh is tiring and requires much quality fuel. But where to go? One shopping strip looks a lot like the next one, and surely you didn't drive all this way to eat at the first Denny's you saw by the road. That's where SFist Lydia, AKA The Opinionated Loudmouth, comes in.
First stop: Nona's Kitchen, in Pacifica's Pedro Point area. Good lord, breakfast-eaters! This -- this -- is why you bother to keep a car in the City: so that on weekends, you can motor 15 miles down the road whenever the desire for some truly kickass brunch or breakfast hits you. Point of reference: Our longtime diehard favorite morning/early-afternoon meal in SF proper is Mama's, in Washington Square -- and Nona's is the first joint to get near it.
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