*please note that Jason hates the above photo.......because our car is glamorously parked in the background.
So this post is going to be long, in detail, with lots of photos for documenting purposes.
Our trip was so great! We loved it. We loved the beautiful drive up Hwy 1, where we looked out the window and Ooooed and Awwwed over the gorgeousness, were able to finish our book and Jason insisted that he needed to read another classic because he already felt muuuuuch smarter.
Never did take any photos of our hotel, Hotel Whitcomb—but it was darling and had a lot of history (that's a cute, sweet way of saying "yeah, it was pretty old and the bathroom ceiling had some rust issues in the back left corner") and access to the muni/bart was right out the front door—which is a major score for peeps who wanna roam about SF w/o having to fight traffic, find parking and then pay for parking (which is not cheap folks! not cheap.)
But we really did love our hotel, it was perfect for us and was remarkably well kept. Annnnd Jas got a great deal on it on Price Line.
Our first morning we located the nearest La Boulange Bakery (which happened to be just a block away) and walked there to catch a little breakfast. And three macaroons—which did not photograph well and they were gone pretty quick so I guess they didn't get much of a chance..... sorry. Want an amazing macaroon or quiche or fresh squeezed orange juice? Go there.
Then we mozied our way down to Fisherman's Wharf because it's fuuuun and Jason got scared by the BushMan. I saw the bush and the hands and two eyeballs so I knew it was coming, but my buddy Jas was not and he gave a yelp! And then we gave the man a dollar, ate lunch at Boudin's SourDough, hopped on the trolly and got to take a ride until the system went down (yeah, that was sad). But we broke down right next to the Cable Car Museum (which I thought was pretty convenient) and we checked out the ginormous pulley-system that makes the trolleys go. Jas thought it was totally rad.
It was pretttttty rainy so Jason got to hold our pink umbrella all day. I thought it was cute.
Then it turned night and after everything seemed to be going wrong (we planned on going to the MOMA because tickets are half price Thursday nights, but sitting in traffic for over an hour and a half made it impossible) we found Pizzaria Delphina (thanks for the awesome recommendations Dean's!!) and had a tasty Frisco-Pizza dinner. So it all ended happy.
Next day was Friday and we had a lazy morning and went to Tartine Bakery (pronounced Tar-Tan, something that could be potentially embarrassing for you......just sayin) for lunch (man, never realized that the theme of this trip was bakeries! no wonder Jas has since put a 2 month ban on all things French and all things bakery). We shared a divine eclair and then walked around the block to a little shop I spied while we were looking for parking. Tartine Bakery, the little shop obsessed with owls and suitcases (I felt so at home) and Delfina's are all on the same block! Talk about convenient.
After our little trip in the Mission District we hopped a trolly and went to Union Square which has the prettiest H&M store you ever did see. And for dinner we found a fantastic Mexican restaurant! Don't remember the name, but it's right there at Union Square, next to the Jewish Museum of Art and the pretty brick church. This was definitely the tastiest meal we had in SF.
Saturday in San Francisco means Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market. And you KNOW I wasn't about to miss that! The last time I was in the city I went crazy over the farmer's market (remember) and not much has changed in a year's time. I hopped the muni and went to the market while Jas did his breathing treatment and then we met up just in time (seriously, not a minute to spare) to jump onto the boat to get out to Alcatraz. There we learned all about crazy Al Capon and his syphilis-brain and the genius bird guy and the creepster who always walked on his toes.......good times good times. I think it might have been Jas's favorite part (that and the driving around looking at the city). I just loved that it was pretty much quiet and everyone was walking around with headsets on, moving in clumps to what the guy in the headphone said to do. Maybe that added in the creepiness, or maybe it added a bit of a comedy effect?
And that was that. We drove over to Stockton to visit family that we never never get to see (and that was so fun, thank you for everything Searls and Burkes! :) And then we drove home on Sunday and passed grove after grove of almond trees—and maybe I've got a screw loose or something, but I never really understood the concept that almonds grow on trees. But they do! We saw them and they are beauty! They've got lots of big, beautiful blossoms. Now I'm totally wishing we stopped by the road and took some pictures.......because we obviously didn't get very many.