Of the varying ways to push a San Franciscan's buttons, referring to their misty bay area jewel as San Fran, the 'Frisco Bay, or Los Angeles Jr. is surely at the top of the list. Other ways include blithely tossing recyclables into the trash, repeatedly confessing an undying love for the motor vehicle (the unimpeachable Prius excepted, naturally), or being from Southern California.
But really; how dare you.
Luckily, my Bay Area pals are only slightly less judgmental, though Long Beach got a rather unhealthy flogging from one of them. I digress. We can't all live in the greatest city in California, after all. There simply aren't enough homes in Long Beach, so San Francisco will have to take some of the stragglers.
Oh, the smack I talk after a long weekend.
Let's get down to the nitty gritty, shall we? I spent a week exploring SF with my good pal Dustin and our friends of the northern persuasion. Dustin had his camera in tow so I'll dutifully link when the time is right for the fancy photos, but for now, you'll have to settle for my iPhone and a steady hand.
First stop: Trader Vic's for scorpion bowls
We came to Golden Gate Park for the bison, but quickly got distracted by the trees.
Exploring tattoos, Sutro Baths, and alleys
I joined up with Emily for an exploration of Rio Vista. Discovered: Foster's Bighorn Bar, featuring over 300 animal trophies from all over the world. When I die, I want to be propped up in a corner somewhere in this restaurant with my eyes taped open so I can look at the animals for ETERNITY.
Our most gracious host for the week, Dani Scoville. What a beaut. What a woman.
Off the beaten trail at Muir Beach, after a picnic.
Stopped by St. George for a tasting. Three sheets to the wind, or so it would seem. Darian's looking slightly more distinguished. But don't let the mustache fool you.
Dani's ink is inspired by a Rilke poem, so I thought I'd capture it, and her, in her livingroom.
Em and I spent some time sketching the wildlife at Foster's. Here are my sketches.
...And here are Emily's.
Making judgment calls at the Fairmont post-Tonga Room.
Dani shot this one. We both look awesome, just in different ways.