SF

My image of San Francisco has changed since i’ve gotten older.

My first memories are from Pier 39 and the anti-climatic Alcatraz.

I remember Pier 39 as the Venice of SF, with the scary silver-painted performers and the obnoxious Kazoo’s.

That was a negative memory, but being the marine lover that I am, I remember watching the Sea lions, going to the aquarium,  and also inhaling the powdered sugar too fast on funnel cakes thus resulting in a cough attack.

I like SF so much more now.

Everything is  also a lot more fun when you’re over the age of 21.

I nearly had a heart attack when we landed in SFO.

As we flew over the water to land on the too close to the water runway, all I could think of was Capt. Surrey landing that plane on the Hudson.

I said so many Hail Mary’s.

Lucky for me, our hotel was right next to the Ferry Building.

The Ferry Building is a foodie/sampler’s dream.

We went to the famed Slanted Door, which to me was not a winner.

I enjoyed walking around sampling all the vendors specialty items, rather than sit down at a fancy shmance restaurant.

We went to some fab restaurants in the three days I was there:

Slanted Door, Hog Island Oyster, The Grove Cafe, Perbacco, and Waterfront restaurant.

I discovered my new favorite street, Fillmore when going to the Drybar oasis.

SF was such a success and I cannot wait to return.