I’ve heard there is a multitude of cafes and restaurants in Point Loma's Liberty Station, but I have been able to find only a handful of them.
Recently, my daughter Aja and I found a parking spot there and walked through the arches, looking for a restaurant where we could sit down and catch up. We got a little lost, turned a corner, and discovered the Fig Tree Cafe, a breakfast place that we’ve both dined at in Pacific Beach and Hillcrest.
A hostess ushered us inside, seating us at a small table in a cozy dining room. I loved the warm wood interior. Just as I started to feel sorry that we were one of only two tables, the place started to get busy. Soon it was filled to capacity. The outside patio was also filling up.
Aja and I ordered the brie bruschetta with apples, brie, and honey, and a bowl of the soup of the day — butternut squash — to share. We inhaled the soup. It was creamy, thick, and just a bit sweet. The brie appetizer was good, but difficult to eat — one bite and the rest fell onto the plate, and I was stuck with honey on my hands. It was too tasty to waste, so we ate it all.
I asked for the short ribs with garlic mashed potatoes in a cabernet sauce, and Aja ordered the fettuccine with short ribs and portobello mushrooms because we both have a thing for ribs.
My plate of short ribs were so tender that I didn’t need a knife to cut them. The sauce was an added bonus. I mushed everything together and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fancy comfort food.
Aja’s pasta was fresh and cooked al dente, but I could see her eyeing the meat on my plate as she finished hers and only had pasta left to eat.
I’ve heard there is a multitude of cafes and restaurants in Point Loma's Liberty Station, but I have been able to find only a handful of them.
Recently, my daughter Aja and I found a parking spot there and walked through the arches, looking for a restaurant where we could sit down and catch up. We got a little lost, turned a corner, and discovered the Fig Tree Cafe, a breakfast place that we’ve both dined at in Pacific Beach and Hillcrest.
A hostess ushered us inside, seating us at a small table in a cozy dining room. I loved the warm wood interior. Just as I started to feel sorry that we were one of only two tables, the place started to get busy. Soon it was filled to capacity. The outside patio was also filling up.
Aja and I ordered the brie bruschetta with apples, brie, and honey, and a bowl of the soup of the day — butternut squash — to share. We inhaled the soup. It was creamy, thick, and just a bit sweet. The brie appetizer was good, but difficult to eat — one bite and the rest fell onto the plate, and I was stuck with honey on my hands. It was too tasty to waste, so we ate it all.
I asked for the short ribs with garlic mashed potatoes in a cabernet sauce, and Aja ordered the fettuccine with short ribs and portobello mushrooms because we both have a thing for ribs.
My plate of short ribs were so tender that I didn’t need a knife to cut them. The sauce was an added bonus. I mushed everything together and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fancy comfort food.
Aja’s pasta was fresh and cooked al dente, but I could see her eyeing the meat on my plate as she finished hers and only had pasta left to eat.
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