So, word on the street is that Gary Danko is to San Francisco what Charlie Trotter is to Chicago, that is, a haut dining temple, if you will. No jeans allowed, arrive on time, and most important, wear some stretchy pants–but dressy ones, because the food? It just. Don’t. STOP.
Thanks to my husband and the awesome Casey and Nash at AdMob (don’t their names sound like the names of a morning radio show team? Casey and Nash in the A.M.!), I had the pleasure of donning my own dressy stretch pants and checking out Gary Danko for myself.
Get ready for a ridiculous amount of food porn–five- five course meals worth. And if it would make you feel any better, by all means…put on some stretchy pants.


















