San Francisco is my favourite city to be a tourist. On my last visit, I popped into a wee hole in the wall with a sandwich board outside advertising “bacon-wrapped eggs.” Even next to the magnificent California sights, the B-word always excites. Apparently, I’m not the only one: When I placed my order, my server told me I got the last one. A nearby diner groaned in disappointment. I turned around to look at him. His needy eyes pleaded with me. I quickly turned away. Inspired by my moral fail, my version combines candy-like onions, sweet pear, tangy goat cheese, and dainty strips of flavourful prosciutto.