27 03 2011

First of all, I just love the airport codes. They feel modern and techie and cool. These are my associations. So many innovations happen between these two cities that affects global culture, Los Angeles has entertainment while the bay area has tech. Living in the middle of it in LA, a gear in the content machine, you start to feel the fungus on you. Between wrap and call, there are few precious hours for yourself and your family. San Francisco, while only 350 miles away, can feel further in the mind, exotic, a youthful energy awakens inside you. The inspiration to live on the cusp of life takes hold of you, to eat the freshest food, to dance on the incoming tide of lights and aromas, to plug in to the motherboard of lured all around you.

Before we take off, we’re ready to be there. That’s the treasure of this passage: within an hour, we will be. And from there, I am excited and energized to use only public transportation. BART will take us from the airport to a stop a block from the hotel, walking distance from fine, amusing food and drink at the Ferry Building. That’s where we will lunch after our check-in.

We have a view of the Bay Bridge and Treasure Island. The sky is overcast, sealed by clouds, and the ferries go in and out. I demand that we order a bowl of the clam chowder, half red half white. No other food has so aptly suited a place and time. The sourdough baguette is fresh, crunchy and chewy, delivered by foot and hand from the bakery a few doors down. The Cesar comes topped with a mound of fresh crab, and it is as close to the best salad as I have ever come: full, crisp leaves of romaine, the anchovies have been blended into the hand-whisked, house-made dressing. We both ordered pints of Anchor Steam, and it has never tasted so fresh, having come all of ten blocks from the brewery.

I’ll spare most of of the evening’s details. We did attend a Jeopardy party, not just a dork-fan gathering, but a celebration for an actual contestant, and a friend of ours. Yeah, she won. They have a great loft on Harrison and 11th. While dark & stormy was the drink of the evening, a personal favorite, I drank mostly wine (red and white), beer, champagne and yes, a zesty, spicy rum treat (or two). Two AM came all too fast, so salvation came in the form of a cab.




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