23 hours in San Francisco
Deb and I landed in SFO and drove south to Monterey for Car Week. Monday after the events I headed north. Here's where we drank/ate.
Waterbar, on the Embarcadero, was our first stop after checking into our hotel. Half a dozen oysters for me, squash blossoms for my wife. We sipped sparkling wine at the French built, half-moon pewter bar. Deb's ceviche was a pretty good way to end the meal and to shake off the dross of driving north.
Never one to leave well enough alone, Deb insisted we walk to the Wine Merchant at the Ferry Plaza. Good call. We sat at the bar. I ordered a quality Barbaresco. This place has always been comfortable shoes.
Light supper at RN74. Escargot, bone marrow, pate de foie de canard and a killer Dungeness crab and sweet corn candele. This is a wine bar. We ordered wines by the glass. We left happy.
Later, we had martinis at House of Shields. This was a nostalgia thing and not for folk looking for a swanky place to drink. Still, my martini was pretty good. Maxfield's at the Palace was a zoo so we passed.
Breakfast was dim sum at Yank Sing. We arrived at 11 a.m., finished by 11:30 (the XLB is a favorite) and were on the road north to Pt. Reyes in record time.
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A heavy/rich meal is breakfast at Pine Cone Diner in Pt. Reyes Station. Deb's plate of two eggs over easy, sausages, hash brown potatoes, sourdough toast was mere flirtation compared to my biscuit and sausage gravy breakfast topped by two eggs over easy accompanied by orange juice and a bottomless cup of coffee.