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I left my heart in San Francisco (twice)
I left my heart in San Francisco (twice)http://www.vancouversun.com/trav ... /5755793/story.html
For Herb Caen, the voice of San Francisco for 58 years in the Chronicle (and briefly the Examiner), no city could match his. He mocked Oakland. "The Bay Bridge has to end somewhere," he sniffed. He dismissed San Jose. "Nobody goes there. It's simply 'San Jose - Next 51 Exits.' "
And he belittled Los Angeles. "Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there?"
Caen's love affair with Baghdad By The Bay, his nickname for San Francisco and the title of his newspaper column, wasn't perfect. There was always one piece or another he wanted fixed.
But not by much.
"One day if I do go to heaven," he memorably wrote, "I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.' "
San Francisco does that to people, even to those who should be able to resist the temptation.
"The Bay Area is so beautiful," said Billy Graham, "I hesitate to preach about heaven while I'm here."
When my wife and I went recently, it was my first visit since the the 1984 Olympics. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was afraid that my memories of San Francisco had become romanticized over the years and I'd be letdown.
I needn't have worried. It hadn't faded a bit.
"You know what it is?" asked John Steinbeck. "San Francisco is a golden handcuff with the key thrown away."
For four days, San Francisco was our starting point in a U-shaped circuit that would take us around the Bay Area, to Santa Cruz, across to San Jose, and then back to the city.
We travelled up, down and around its seven hills - and left with the sad realization that we were just getting to know it.
ACCOMMODATION:
You don't have to break the bank to pay for accommodation in San Francisco, which will be a surprise to anyone who has ever visited Boston or New York. San Francisco might be the most affordable big city in the U.S.
We did a fair bit of research and booked one hotel a few blocks off Union Square for about $200 a night, before stumbling on one that appeared to be too good to be true: the Beresford Arms, at Post and Jones, three blocks from Union Square.
It was just over $100 a night. That made me suspicious.
But every review we read on Trip-Advisor (which had it ranked 68th out of 242 hotels) was glowing.
To be sure, it's not like one of the new chain hotels that ring Union Square. It's an older building on the edge of the Nob Hill district that's in the National Register of Historic Places. But it's well kept and friendly, offers free Wi-Fi, a continental breakfast, and a wine-and-cheese reception in the afternoon.
We'd stay there again. That said, there are a number of nice hotels that offer good rates in the Union Square area, which is a good place to camp because it's close to the cable-car turnaround and the BART (short for Bay Area Rapid Transit, the region's extensive subway system).
We liked the look of the Hotel Nikko on Mason Street, which has a jazz club called the Rrazz Room, and the Hotel Monaco, a Kimpton Hotel on Geary Street.
FOOD:
It's not difficult to eat well in this city, surrounded as it is with the bounty of land and sea, and we did eat very well.
Our first night there, we walked a couple of blocks to the Colibri Mexican Bistro on Geary Street, which had been recommended by one of my wife's colleagues. It specializes in central Mexican food and it's a bustling place. In retrospect, we were lucky to walk in off the street and get a table.
We made a meal of appetizers - sopes surtidos, paunches de cochinita pibil, quesadillas and fish tacos - and left trying to figure out when we could return.
The next morning, we had what was the best dim sum of our lives - albeit the most expensive - at Yang Sing in the Financial District. Starving by the time it opened at 10 a.m., since we were still on East Coast time, we stopped just about every cart that came by.
There were more than a few highlights: the Shanghai soup dumplings, stuffed crab claws, Peking duck (they serve individual portions), honey walnut shrimp, and shrimp dumplings. It turned out to be the most expensive meal we had in San Francisco: $76, before tip. But if it were in Ottawa, I'd go every week.
It especially pays to explore San Francisco's neighbourhoods. One night we headed up Polk Street toward what our (new) Frommer's day-by-day guide told us was an Italian restaurant at the corner of Union. Alas, the guide was wrong (as it was on more than one occasion). The Italian restaurant was long gone. Instead, we were staring at Leopold's, a German bistro that was clearly a lot more popular than the Italian restaurant had been. Lucky for us, as it turned out.
I had wiener schnitzel with warm potato-escarole salad and lingonberry sauce; my wife had braised beef short rib with gruyère cheese mashed potatoes and braised red cabbage. With plenty of good German beer on tap, what more could you want?
When we were finished, we walked three blocks and caught a cable car back to our hotel. You can do cool things like that in San Francisco.
On our last night, we went to Borobudur, which has a reputation as one of the city's better Indonesian restaurants. It's an unassuming place, but there's a reason the place is usually packed. We had a beef rendang, spicy sautéed string beans and spicy java noodles with chicken, all excellent.
We had only one mildly disappointing meal and not because the food was terrible. At L'Osteria Del Forno in the North Beach area, we just felt like the staff couldn't have cared if we were there or not.
But if you can't - and don't - eat well in San Francisco, it's your own fault. |
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