I told you we went to San Francisco for my birthday last weekend, but I only talked about the Golden Gate Bridge adventures. Sorry for reusing this picture. I wanted something iconic.
Here's a look at the entire weekend, and all its glory.
We arrived pretty late on Friday night. We knew where we were and we knew where the hotel was, but we didn't know where anything else was, so we maaaaay have walked the wrong direction once or twice before we figured it out.
BUT WE GOT THERE!
And because the hotel knew it was my birthday, they had a bottle of bubbly and some fruit and chocolate waiting for us.
That night we wandered around a bit looking for a place to grab a snack or late dinner, but pretty much everything was closed. We found a bar called The Irish Bank. We had 15 minutes before they stopped serving food. So, we got some french fries and hubs got a beer and we relaxed before heading back to the hotel for the night.
In the morning, we got out of the hotel around 930 and went straight to the Ferry Building. In keeping with A & T San Francisco tradition, we found a spot on a bench looking out at the Bay Bridge, each had a coffee, and split a loaf of bread and some Mt Tam cheese from our favorite spots.
The first selfie of the weekend. It was very bright.
Cowgirl creamery. I die.
I dropped my coffee. It was almost traumatic, but only a little spilled and we got me a new top and straw.
We bought some sunscreen at Pier 39.
Briefly watched them make turtle shaped bread at Boudin at Fisherman's Wharf.
We made a stop at Ghirardelli Square to split a sundae and call it lunch. We were having a really healthy day so far. Obvs.
A neat view of Alcatraz. I took about a zillion pictures of Alcatraz. Had to make up for not being able to go there - even though hubs said its boring.
and he said "yep".
Then more walking walking walking. Lots of breaks were taken. Stops for photos and such. Like this one.
journey to the GGB, so fast forward through this part...
It got cold and windy and my shirt kept blowing up and/or open. Fun times... not really.
On the walk back, much fewer pictures were taken. The walk just went on and on and on. Our feet were so tired and achy.
I was determined, though, to stop by Boudin and pick up one of the turtle loafs I'd seen before. How could I not?
Our plan for after that was to grab a Lyft back to the hotel and get cleaned up for dinner.
... but Lyft was all like, "hey dudes, we're gonna put a 200% tip on your ride to encourage more people to drive right now" and we were all like, "b*tch, we are not paying $30 for a 1 mile cab ride. I don't care how much my feet hurt."
So, we kept walking...
and then we took a break and I thought this spot was pretty, so I took a picture. Just makes you want to have a picnic.
We made it back to the hotel around 6:30 with an 8:15 dinner reservation - plenty of time to relax and leisurely clean ourselves up and rest our poor tired toeses before cabbing it to dinner.
Oh! We also managed to snag a few steamed pork buns - from a place that touted Bill Clinton had eaten there - on the walk through China Town. Gotta be a tourist. Got to, Got to.
Dinner was a few miles away from the hotel, on Market at Zuni. The menu, which changes daily, looked fantastic, but there wasn't much I was allowed to eat. I ended up with fresh lemonade, a salad, and the duck.
Our table faced the open kitchen so we could see the chefs prepping the dishes as they went out.
On the way out, I asked the hostess to take this...
Sunday morning (my actual bday) we'd planned to hit the hotel gym... but it was teeeeeeeny tiny. One treadmill, two ellipticals, a small mat with some free weights, and two people already in there. So, I left T to the weights and went back up to the room, where there was a yoga mat in the closet. I rolled out the mat and got in about a half hour of stretching and flow before it was time to hop in the shower and tackle the day.
First stop...Coit Tower...
BUT WAIT! The cafe where they served the first espresso on the West Coast was ON THE WAY! Scratch that! First stop, Caffe Trieste!
For espresso and a croissant. I love lattes served in small glasses. I think the glass makes them taste better.
THEN on to Coit Tower...
So, we did a bit of exploring - really having no idea where we would end up. Thank jeebus for Google Maps.
I giggled at this sign... sorry someone is stealing your NY Times, dude. Read it on the internets. It's magical and new fangled.
Also giant. Very very giant.
I get points for not picking out the tomatoes. If there was ever a bite that looked a little heavy on the tomatoes, I just gave it to hubs.
We walked about a half mile down to the Bart station and Barted back to Market.
We had a bit of time to kill before heading to AT&T Park to watch the Giants play the Dodgers. So, we changed into our orange and black and meandered toward the stadium.
We decided to stop at a "pop-up Beer Garden", which is a whole lot less fun when you are not currently drinking, but I still enjoyed this sign.
Hubs got himself a cocktail. I pretended to ride a trolley car.
There were some annoying Dodger fans in the seats near us, but they weren't annoying because they were Dodger fans. They were annoying AND they were Dodger fans.
On the walk back to the hotel, we stopped at a Thai restaurant called Osha. It was delicious. T had a beer and I had a strawberry/guava mocktail.
We didn't have calamari at Fisherman's Wharf the day before so we decided to have some as our appetizer.
For dinner, I had pumpkin curry and hubs had Pad Thai.
In the morning, we packed up and had breakfast next door to the hotel.
It was such a fantastic weekend.
... even though 3 days later, my feet were still killing me. ;)