San FranciscoAugust 15, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C
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Dragons, plenty of them.
The aftermath looks like quite some cleaning up...
Starbucks had built in wireless chargers in their window seats.
Team Denmark’s 3 year anniversary in California! We got up early and walked down to the Ferry building stopping off at Philz coffee on the way. We walked around there for a bit and checked out the shops inside. Then we walked back up to Market street and saw loads of people queuing for the cable car so obviously we did the same. It took well over an hour but it was so worth it. We took it in turns to hang off the side which was so fun although phil insisted on hanging onto my dungarees. We got the cable car to the end of the line catching glimpses of the Golden Gate Bridge through the super steep streets. We got off at Fisherman’s Wharf and had Clam Chowder (had to be done) and some local beer that went down too easily. I went to check out a souvenir shop and was met with the largest wall of magnets I’ve ever seen. I got two obviously. We walked down to the piers which are really touristy but fun and stopped to see the sea lions on pier 39. We thought we’d get away from the crowds for a bit so walked to Telegraph Hill up the steepest steps so we could go up Coit Tower. The hike was worth it even if we were out of breath at the top as the views were incredible, totally helped with it being a sunny day. After we’d finished taking about 80 photos of the same skyline we walked back to the hotel to dump our stuff and then found Mikeller and drank some interesting beers my favourite was one with Raspberry, Ginger and Lime. We walked to a Japanese restaurant called Akiko afterwards where we got the last seats and had amazing Sushi before walking (uphill) back to the hotel to pass outRead more
Woke up really early thanks to lingering jet lag but it meant we were up and out really early which was good. We got coffee and bagels and walked down to pier 33 to get the ferry over to Alcatraz. Obviously I was thrilled to be on a boat even if it was only for 15 minutes. Alcatraz is a massive shithole but I guess that’s the point. I loved doing the audio tour around the prison as you got to hear from real inmates and wardens. It also had amazing views of San Francisco. When we got back we decided to get the bus to Mission but screwed it up a bit as we didn’t check where to get off. In short we got off far too soon and we’re left wondering where to go. Mission is also a shithole but in a charming way. That said I was reluctant to pull out my lonely planet and look like a massive tourist so snuck down a side street to have a look at a map. I soon realised we’d got off a bit prematurely and had quite a walk to get to La Taqueria which is meant to do amazing burritos. I was getting hungrier by the minute and obviously grumpy too so imagine my disappointment when we realised it was shut on Mondays. Thankfully there was a really nice cafe across the road which wouldn’t have been out of place in Brighton where we had pot pies and I had a slice of pumpkin pie which was lush. Both washed down with two local beers to make up for the disappointment. We then went to this place called Urban Putt which is an indoor miniature golf course inside an old mortuary. It was so much fun! All the holes where really elaborately put together. It was like some sort of Tim Burton theme park. We could drink beer while we went round too which was a total bonus. My highlight was obviously heating Phil. We jumped back on a bus and got off at the right stop this time and then made a last minute decision to jump on a cable car to go up to a restaurant a bit further up the hill there were hardly any queues and it was so relaxing going on when it’s dark and much less crowded. We went to a restaurant called The Stinking Rose which had come recommended but really shouldn’t have because the food was overpriced and overrated. Gutted!Read more
Another early start thanks to jet lag but we had to be up to go and pick up our rental car. Phil managed to negotiate his way out of the city centre like a boss (in a red Ford Fiesta) and I did some semi helpful navigating. We had decided to head to Monterey as we did have time to go to Big Sur (it was going to take 2.5 hours to get to Monterey and we had to have the car back with petrol in it by 6) We hit the road (freeway, highway?) and found some crap local radio stations that weren’t playing 1. Country 2. Mexican music or 3. Christian rock. We got to Monterey just before midday and went to fisherman’s wharf where we had lunch. Phil finally had some oysters and I had scallops wrapped in bacon. We felt stuffed so walked along the seafront to Cannery Row which was just a load of touristy shops and an aquarium that was charging $50 to get in. I’d want to see a great white for that money so we decided to give it a swerve and got in the car to go down to Carmel which was stunning. The sun was out and we walked along the white sandy beach dipping our toes in the freezing Pacific Ocean. We didn’t have much time there so we had to brush the sand off our toes after about half an hour and head back to San Francisco. Because we are so clever and organised we made in back with half an hour to spare so we rewarded ourselves with a flight of beers in this cool little Japanese place. After a quick pit stop at the hotel we decided to have an American McDonald’s (after we checked out Target) and it was not quite the experience we were after. This place felt shady, like we’d stepped into a back alley branch in the Bronx not one on the main Street in San Francisco. It looked like it had inherited all the cast offs from old McDonald’s branches in the 90s and felt a little shady. We smashed up our Big Mac meals, inducing some mild indigestion and got our of there ASAP. Turns out London Road Maccas isn’t so bad after all. In order to make ourselves feel normal again we went back to Mikeller and had a drink before doing our usual pass out before 10pmRead more
You might also know this place by the following names:
Financial District, Finanzviertel