San Francisco Travel Journal
|Wine Modeling, my new career|
The story of this trip starts in Phoenix at a dog birthday party the night before my flight (yes, I accurately typed that the dog party occurred in Phoenix, not San Francisco). Among the people in attendance who I did not know was a recent transplant from San Francisco, and she was not shy about letting people know from where she hailed with gems like: "I just moved here from San Francisco and I can NOT go out to eat in Phoenix. Restaurants in San Francisco are A-MA-ZING and there's just nothing worth trying in Phoenix." And "We have the best burritos ever in San Francisco." And "I know every winery from California all the way to Oregon" (less impressive when you remember they border, also probably impossible). And "I grew up by so many wineries that I just can't drink a bad wine. I'll only drink California wines, there's nothing better. If I go out to eat and I don't recognize a label on their menu I'm like 'uh, bring me a cocktail.'" Don't worry, while San Franciscan's have much to be pleased with in their abundance of quality food and drink options, not all are this obnoxious and most will be thrilled to offer you their favorite places in the never-ending quest to prove they have the best recommendations.
On that note, I was provided with several recommendations. (not by that girl, though, her unsolicited recommendations were to go to The Mission, The Ferry Building, and the Golden Gate Bridge...which makes me think she has absolutely no credibility to speak about anything regarding SF).