I’m writing this from our apartment in Honolulu! Here’s a few photos from our last couple of days in San Francisco.
We did a lot but felt like there’s still so much more to see. Thankfully, we’re finishing our trip with three more nights in the city, before flying back to London.
We had another delicious American breakfast. The cafe was tucked away in a quiet little neighbourhood called Noe Valley.
Most importantly, they served English Breakfast Tea!
Since I’d had lots of savoury breakfasts, this time I decided to go for an American breakfast staple: pancakes.
Behold – walnut and banana pancakes, drenched in maple syrup. They were amazing.
Alex had a toasted bagel, stuffed with egg, bacon and cheese, served with potatoes.
Then we spent the rest of the morning working it off here!
We didn’t take many photos, but the zoo was home to lots of awesome animals. Highlights included a very curious anteater and polar bears!
Also this guy, obviously.
On the way home, we stopped off here for some dinner.
A great place with a mouthwatering menu. It’s basically Indian food, served Mexican style.
Speaking of Mexican style, I had another Mexican coke (I have to make the most of them!) and Alex had one of their craft beers. Served in a mason jar, because we are in the Mission, after all.
Alex had a chicken tikka burrito.
Most people would be intimidated by the size. Not Alex.
I had some chicken quesadillas. They were delicious (and for once, the perfect portion size!).
We also got some ‘sexy’ sweet potato fries. Man they were sexy. Especially topped with pork.
The next day started with another all-American breakfast, this time at the Grind Cafe on Haight Street.
I had my old favourite, eggs benedict (served with potato hash).
And Alex went true Yank and had steak and eggs. Actual steak, for breakfast. Madness.
We paid the Painted Ladies a quick visit.
And headed to the Ferry Building, where we stumbled across the weekly Farmer’s Market.
After getting a hit of vitamins, thanks to some freshly squeezed juice and some fresh fruit, we spent the rest of the afternoon getting lost in the Exploratorium (San Francisco’s answer to the Science Museum). It was fascinating, but a bit overpriced (and full of irritating children).
To combat that, we went somewhere where no children are allowed. A bar. A rum bar, to be precise.
The Smuggler’s Cove is a San Francisco institution, famed for its seafaring theme and selection of rum. We happened to rock up on Black Tot Day, which commemorates the abolition of the daily rum ration in the British Navy. Pretty cool, especially since we’re a) British and b) my father served in the British Navy.
They even had an original cask.
The best part? We were there to have a drink with my friend Shana, who lives in San Jose. We used to work together in London, so it was pretty cool to catch up on the other side of the world.
A few (potent) rum cocktails later, Alex and I said goodbye to Shana and staggered back to the Mission, in search of food. Luckily, we stumbled inside this place.
Where we had the life-altering experience of trying queso. Seriously, this stuff is incredible. If you get the opportunity, order it. You won’t regret it.
We also had some delicious ribs, which soaked up the rum nicely.
Our final meal in San Francisco before we hopped over to Hawaii.
San Francisco, you were awesome. We can’t wait to pay you another visit soon.