I didn’t expect to love San Francisco. All I can say, I can’t wait to get back there. It’s an American city that thinks its in Europe. I was constantly reminded of the architecture of Barcelona and Madrid. The food where we stayed in North Beach was Italian, or Italian or Italian. Mostly.
The farmers market was reminiscent of the markets in France of Spain, beautifully laid out fruit and vegetable, all organic. Yet this is a truly international city with a Chinese quarter, Mexican, Thai and Indian food, and lots of fish on, well Fisherman’s Wharf.
Our hotel, the San Remo was a short walk from Fishermans Wharf, the cable cars and some excellent places to eat. We are supposed to be on a budget, so the first night we shared chowder in a bread bowl at Aliotos a place we would return to on our last night as the food, service and views were worth it.
The one restaurant we ate at, stayed with us and not just in our minds, for a couple of days. The Stinking Rose Very cleansing! Good job we both indulged in the Bagna Calda!
Brunch at Pat’s Cafe was also a favourite. So filling we did not need lunch. The guy we met there helped plan our onward journey along Big Sur.
We were lucky with the weather in that we experienced the city in warm sunshine and, how most people experience it, in fog.
A city of contrasts in so many ways!
We will be back!