As many of you know, Fiona is a foodie. But even she was a bit taken aback at the sight of a giant pumpkin, which squatted at the front of a restaurant in the Ferry Terminal Building like a bit of a mistake from a bad episode of Dr Who...
There were nice things there, of course. Fabulous cheeses, peppers and wine, honey and chocolate and even more of the ubiquitous pumpkins, a wonderful shop which described itself as selling "salty bits of pig" and coffee shops by the dozen.
Were we happy? You bet your bippy.
Next stop was the Yerba Buena Gardens, which was almost completely concrete and modern and in the shadow of the contemporary art gallery SF MoMA. This was a bit of San Francisco neither of us had seen before and it was lovely and peaceful. The 50ft waterfall in the gardens is dedicated to Martin Luther King.
Feeling refreshed and knackered at the same time (well, it IS San Francisco, after all), we wandered home via the Castro to take tea and wine with other guest house residents. Our hotel has a tradition of a small get together from 5.30 to 6.30pm, with wine and nibbles and Karen brought her own tea bags to guard against disappointing tea experiences, so all were happy.
Armed with a map of the local MUNI network (and thanks to Fiona's Dad and step mum Jackie for the MUNI passports) we set off for the ball park, where the SF Giants play baseball in the season....which we'd just missed. Which was probably a good thing, because otherwise we'd never have got a reservation at the oddly named ACME Chop House.
Our thanks for this treat go to Sabine and Vic - and special mention should go to Vic because her is completely vegetarian and the ACME Chop House didn't get its name by accident.
The place was a bit art deco in style, and to Karen's delight, we ate in a booth....
And not withstanding local snobbery, we still find it a bit strange that the wine from France costs less than the wine from Sonoma, Napa and Washington. Never mind, we soldiered on.
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