1. CroissantsThere's a little place about three doors down from my apartment called Lee's Sandwiches. Here it is:They have awesome banh mi, but it's the croissants that are to die for. It's like eating the wings of an angel that have sprinkled by fairy dust and filled with the breath of a pixie.OK, that sounded a little disturbing. Suffice it to say: Delicious croissants. 2. My neighborhood.I live in San Francisco's most rundown, most crime-ridden, most socially decrepit area. It's called the Tenderloin. And I love it. Each day, I cross paths with any number of homeless residents, many of whom are Continue »