Now we are in our rooms at the Hospitality Suite Resort. It's pleasant with a kitchen, living room, and bedroom, and we will be comfortable here for the next few days while Terry is working at the startup company he consults for. We were dog tired and starved coming in to Phoenix and so as soon as we got settled we went across the way to a vegetarian restaurant in a strip mall. It was full of happy diners. We had excellent hummus and spicy main dishes. We'll be back.
We enjoyed ourselves greatly in San Francisco. Last night we went to Scoma's on Fisherman's Wharf, and we each had a whole cracked crab, cooked with plenty of garlic, and served with drawn butter. Heavens! What a treat. There is nothing as good, I think, as Dungeness crab, in the way of seafood. And I do enjoy the hands-on aspect of eating crab this way, with the bib and all.
While Terry was busy at the planning committee for an upcoming conference, I went around town with the group of wives, including a friend, Joan, who has been a friend since the Swiss days when Terry and her husband, Allan, worked together; we always meet for this annual occasion. The brakeman flirted outrageously with us, and we didn't mind. Look at the fare!
I thought about how I used to take the cable car to my violin lessons when I was a teenager. San Francisco isn't my town, really, since I left so long ago in 1964 and never lived in SF proper for more than a few months but was more of a Berkeley girl. I was born there, though! These days there isn't much of the funky stuff left that made it SF so exciting once upon a time.
I'm glad the cable cars are still running.
End of the line at the wharf.