It’s lunchtime in SF and The Monster has a normal quandary when visiting his mates in the city. He is starved but so, so lazy. Luckily, he has picked his friends wisely as they fall in step with this line of thinking (and live in The Mission where great food is oft just steps away). And so it is that Schmidt’s is the call for brunch.
It’s a spartanly handsome room that only upon closer inspection shows some signs of wear and tear. The menu is all beer and brats and kraut-ish and that sounds just fine.