First, a word about the actual flight down there. This was my first time flying on Continental, which included confusion about where to check in because of the merger with United, a 1.5 hour delay, and one of the most uncomfortable flights I have ever experienced. Scrunched seating, hardly any legroom (I'm only 5'9 and my knees still backed into the seat in front of me at all times), bad service (the first time the beverage cart made an appearance was about two hours into the flight) - ugh. Never. Again. As it is, we only fly United when absolutely necessary, a plan to which we will continue to adhere, to the greatest extent possible. On the flight back, we were at least able to switch to aisle seats, which was slightly better, but not much.
We stayed at the Marriot Marquis, which was very conveniently located in the Union Square area, and a stone's throw away from the Powell BART station (the commuter train from the airport, which, at $8.10 per person each way, is still cheaper than a cab or shuttle bus). We had requested a large corner room (thanks to Matthew's research), which was far from the noise of the elevator (and foot traffic), and gave us a great view of Market Street and the gate to Chinatown a few streets up.
We took three rides on the iconic (yet expensive) cable car, which was an adventure in and of itself. The line to get on was extraordinarily long each time, and at $5 a pop (cash only), it's not cheap. Still, it's hard not to enjoy the open air ride (although we had seats each time), especially as you get close and personal with your neighbors when you go up and down the hills.
|Ding, ding, ding went the trolley...|
- Dinner at an otherwise empty Lichee Garden in Chinatown, where we had a fixed menu meal ($13.50 per person) which included egg rolls, wonton soup, ginger chicken, stir-fried beef, and honey roasted pork. All in all, the food was very good, although the hostess tried to push us to get another dish that I'm sure would have cost much more. (While we were a bit nervous about eating at a place that had no other customers, it had been recommended in a book that I perused at City Lights Bookstore earlier in the day.)
- Dinner at Ahn Hong, a Vietnamese restaurant which is supposedly known for its seven courses of beef, but which we didn't want to try that night because it just sounded like too much beef for one sitting. What we ordered (eggrolls, grilled beef with fried rice) was m'eh, at best, and just made us all the more grateful for our favorite Chicago option in Hoanh Long. And the only time our waiter was actually attentive was at the end of the meal when he waited for me to sign the receipt and leave a tip. Asshole.
- Dim sum at Ocean Pearl in Chinatown, which was bustling with Asian faces, even on a non-holiday Tuesday at noon. We would have been shunted to the lower level/basement seating area (which we would later find out is where they seat all the non-Asians) had my particular non-Asian not requested seating on the upper level. We enjoyed some of the usual dim-sum suspects, including surprisingly tasty shrimp-celery-cilantro har-gow, and egg custard tarts.
- Lunch at Mifune in Japantown, which is part of the large Japan Center Mall that we walked to. For $10.50 each, we got a large "combination" meal, which, for me, was a bowl of miso-flavored soup with ramen, pork and fish cakes, with six pieces of California roll sushi.
- Brunch at Luna Park, which was recommended to me by a colleague. With high ceilings, dark wood paneling, and a low-key vibe, this place reminded me very much of something we'd find in Wicker Park or Bucktown.
|This famous, winding street comes with its very own Asian tourists.|
|The Castro's flame burns bright.|
|Harvey Milk's former camera shop - which hosted his gay rights community organizing and political office campaigns - is now home to an HRC retail store and The Trevor Project's help lines for troubled teens.|
And on Sunday night, we caught the last of the preview shows for the musical adaptation of Tales of the City at the American Conservatory Theater. While I enjoyed the show overall, I'll have more to say about it in a subsequent posting.
And by Monday I had recovered enough from my cold that we were able to rent bikes, bike over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito, and catch the ferry back. An amazing - albeit chilly - bike ride.