Weather is serious and San Francisco takes fog to its bosom. Nestled as a cat for some serious snoozing. Yet our fog (yes, it's personal) comes in a sweep and rarely stays through two meals. Our fog at its most lengthy is a sonnet. Never an epic. What's for dinner? Something warm & fragrant to sweep away the chill. Perhaps, roasted eggplant, tomatoes, Parmesan, garlic. Crustless.