What do you do when you are in San Francisco, home to all manner of seafood and delicacies from many cultures? Why you go to IHOP for breakfast, of course!
In our defense I will say that it is perfectly legitimate to celebrate this American institution, especially when you can get those American hash browns that I haven't eaten in 20 years. Plus you can walk up and down hills all day after that with no need for more fuel.
Highlights of the day:
- mind boggling architecture, not only cheerfully random flats stacked upon each other, but also doorways that open onto angled sidewalks which you need to crouch over to enter
- the market in Chinatown
- watching a funeral procession in Chinatown, led by the Green Street Mortuary Band
- the Resident Offspring finding her very own lucky cat in Chinatown
- experiencing the Beat insurgency at City Lights bookstore and the Beat museum in North Beach. City Lights was famous for continuing to sell Howl after it was banned. While the RO found a Ginsberg book and I found John Lydon's autobiography/manifesto, we all saw many nude photos of Allen Ginsberg, during many stages of his life, at the museum. Apparently he was infamous for going to parties, leaving his clothes in a neat pile in the bathroom and coming back to the party announcing "the poet stands naked before you!"
- the cable car museum, which is the actual working facility that runs all the cable cars in San Francisco
- meeting Will and Hillary for dinner at Nirvana. Great company, wonderfully flavourful Asian fusion food, and another notch on my blogger meet-up belt
- the best deal in the city - $1.50 to ride the F Line streetcar from Fisherman's Wharf to the Castro to meet Will and Hillary (about a 45 minute ride). And the ticket was still good for the ride home! And the Resident Offspring's ride was $0.50 both directions
- the streetcar driver on the way home. She stepped out of the car at our stop, stuck a cigar in her mouth and announced "you can't get on, I gotta go to the bathroom" and strode off across the street, against the red light, bleached blond dreadlocks swinging in the night wind.
Friday - Escape to Alcatraz day!