San Francisco Day 4

04 Aug

Day 4- Sun. July 26

                We took
the historic cable car (not to be confused with the famous trolley) to Castro. In
San Francisco they have old streetcars from all over the States; the one we
were on was from Chicago, Illinois. In Castro we stopped for a light lunch at
yet another recommendation from the guide book (it just happened to be right on
the corner when we got off). The guide book failed to mention the massive
portions of food dished out at this “café” that also serves pancakes as big as
a dinner plate and mile-high sandwiches. We walked up through Castro, and passed
a guy in a leather skirt, on our way up to Haight-Ashbury (the hippie district I’ve
been told). Height-Ashbury was pretty cool looking with some interesting
stores, and it smelled like weed and sometimes it smelled like incense. It was
a bit sketchy though and there were definitely more than a few oddballs. At the
edge of height-Ashbury was Golden Gate Park. In the Park we went into the
garden to see if there was a way to cut through it to get to the Japanese Tea
Gardens faster, alas we got lost. We ended up spending at least an hour in
there, eventually getting distracted by a promise of some giant redwoods (which
obviously led to some Cruisin’ USA comments and my ingenious idea to go on a
Cruisin’ USA roadtrip and travel the route). Alas, there were really only one
or two redwoods and they were small.

you had to pay admission to get into the tea garden, so we instead went across
the street to sit on some benches in the shade and snack. We just so happened
to sit down in front of bandshell where there was an orchestra playing
classical music. As we made our way back to Haight-Ashbury we passed some
people swing dancing to a street band and further along people dancing on roller-skates
to “Shake Your Groove Thing” and just past them was a two-piece jazz band
playing on a bench. I guess people really let loose on Sundays. As we were
walking back down Haight a guy noticed that Brent was wearing a Blue Jays shirt
and hat and remarked to his friend and they both laughed at him. The map did
not make it obvious that Castro turns into another street so we missed where we
were supposed to turn to go back down through the gay district to the
streetcar. But thankfully Haight ends at the street where the streetcar runs,
we were surprised to see it and it caught us off guard. We thought we still had
a ways to go. In the streetcar we passed an optical store called “Site For Sore
Eyes” which made me giggle, outing me as a tourist.

                All that
walking caused a severe hunger attack (yes, even after a giant stack of
pancakes and panda cookies) which led me back to In N Out Burger, which was a
bad idea given it was a Sunday in the Wharf. After a long wait, I finally had
my awesome burger but alas having to navigate the crowd of tourists as we made
our way back to the hotel impeded my burger eating abilities, but I still
managed to finish it before we got to the end of the block. I went back out
again in search of more souvenirs (having already forgotten how bad the crowds
were). I also ended up buying a huge stash of American candy bars, of which I couldn’t
help myself and I ate a few. Clark bars are delicious. We headed to the Wharf
in search of dinner and fearing the crowds; we avoided sit-down places and
opted for our tried and true dinner menu: sourdough pizza and crab cakes to go.
In the Wharf there were stupid people abound, an entire family stopped all at
once, taking up the entire sidewalk! We had to walk in the street to get around
them. While I was getting tea there was another stupid family who all cut in
front of me in line, and then the kid of the family stood in front of the other
register even though she was not ordering, she was just in the way making for a
very awkward situation as I had to go around her. Then as if that were not
enough, more people were standing in front of the sugar and cream. I finally
got to it, and then had to listen to a guy who wised on to the fact that there
were girls in his presence, so he started talking about, of all things, his
workout regime! As if that would impress anyone?! On our way back we grabbed a
pint of Ben & Jerry’s “Everything But The…” (only because I had never had
B&J before), some plastic spoons and Swedish fish. And of course we had
another TV + food fest.

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Posted by on August 4, 2009 in Adventures of Pinka!


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