San Francisco is probably my favorite big city in the United States. I love the hilly streets, the fresh ocean breeze, and the cultural frenzy. Because my brother and his family lives in the Bay Area, I’ve visited numerous times. I’ve ate my weight in chocolate at the Ghirardelli Factory, visited the haunted halls of Alcatraz, and roamed the eclectic streets of the Haight-Ashbury district. During our last visit to San Francisco, Whit and I took a day long bus tour of the city since it was Whit’s first time visiting. We drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, eyed sailboats at Fisherman’s Wharf, and meandered the narrow rows of books at City Lights Bookstore. We also hopped on one of San Francisco’s iconic cable cars for a ride around town, as well as walked along the most crooked street in the world, Lombard Street.
The food in San Francisco is unbeatable. We always stop in China Town for at least one meal, devour sushi for another, and munch on eggettes at least twice. For this visit we also stunk it up at the Stinking Rose, home to garlic dishes galore.
San Francisco will always hold a piece of my heart.
