Garden Court at the Palace Hotel, San Francisco.

I've dined in this magnificent space on two occasions:  The first, in 1967, when I was an unemployed dishwasher; the second, in 1992, after it had just undergone a $7 million dollar renovation and was known as the Sheraton Palace. The brunch, accompanied by classical music played by a trio perched in a small balcony niche, was spectacular.  

Truthfully, as beautiful as it is,  I'm happy dining at Knapps down the street, and a lot more comfortable.  




I drew this between courses.