Our trip to San Francisco has come and gone, and all I have to show for it is a sizeable decrease in my bank account and a few extra pounds that have taken up residence on my ass. The true marks of a great vacation. Is what I always say. To make myself feel better. About coming back from vacation fatter and poorer. This is getting sad. It’s supposed to be happy! Because we had a great trip! Here let me tell you all about it! Do these exclamation points help!
When Casey and I were first deciding where to go for our 5-year anniversary trip, San Francisco immediately popped into my mind because A. I love it, B. Casey had never been there, and C. It’s proximity to Portland. It’s not super far, but since we did have to fly there, it still seemed pretty vacation-y. Which are important characteristics when you’re leaving your kid for the very first time. (He did great while we were gone, BTW. So did I! I swear! Are these exclamation points still working! K!)
Let’s just dive right into the pictures, shall we?
The very first thing we did when we got into the city was rent bikes and bike across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Sausalito. I’ve always wanted to do it and I thought it’d be a great way for us to see some of the quintessential tourist spots at the same time. It was amazingly fun. Except wearing a used helmet. That’s never fun.
Is it bike riding or riding bike? Who decides these things?
Irish coffees at the Buena Vista Cafe are da bomb! (sorry) They’re really good. We stopped here for a bike break and saddled up at the bar, as we do, and there was a couple sitting next to us who we were SURE were father/daughter but then he put his hand on her knee in a not fatherly way and I’m not sure why I’m telling you this story. But the coffee, the coffee is really good.
Ahh the Ferry Building. Also known as “Wear stretch pants next time” Building. I’m pretty sure I read that on a plaque somewhere… We had skipped breakfast on this particular day, so we took it upon ourselves to try a selection of things from a plethora of establishments. Which is a fancy way of saying we ate a lot. If you happen to be headed here sometime soon, might I suggest the ahi tuna poke at the San Francisco Fish Company and the lemongrass pork noodles at The Slanted Door? (We were tipped off to the pork noodles by approx. 10 friends, so I feel it is my duty to pay it forward.) Then grab a couple of macarons at Miette and a coffee at Blue Bottle and you’re good to go! You can skip the chocolate milk at Cowgirl Creamery, because Casey says it was meh. And Casey is a choco milk connoisseur. But their cheese looked like heaven on Earth. So, maybe try that.
While we’re (always) on the subject of food, we met up with some friends for dinner one night at Burma Love. Which we would HIGHLY recommend! So delicious, it was. But our very favorite meal the entire trip was at Park Tavern. We ordered the game hen in truffle butter and I practically weeped the next morning when I realized we forgot to put my leftovers in the mini fridge the night before. Travesty. What’s the ruling on cooked game hen that’s been out all night? Can someone tell me for future reference?
Sadly, I could not sleep in at all the entire trip. For no other reason than my body is just used to getting up at the buttcrack of dawn. Each night I’d wake up numerous times throughout the night and then be up for the day by 6. Isn’t that just the saddest thing you’ve ever heard? But dry your eyes little grasshoppers! The silver lining of waking up early in a hotel room is that you can watch Gilmore Girls in bed. Happy vacation to me!
You know what I really love about Chinatown? Not just the little trinket shops and dim sum restaurants, although those are all lovely, but the apartments and homes above them. I love seeing the little old women poking their heads out of their windows and hollering to their husbands below. I think it’s charming to see the clothes pinned across the fire escape to dry. I love when the little kiddos faces flash past the windows as they run from room to room. It’s so thrilling to me, all that life happening right above where we shop and eat. You know what I mean? I kept saying to Casey, all these people live here! We’re just here on a vacation but they actually live here. How exciting! Well, exciting until they see me peeking into their windows. Then I’m sure it gets a little weird.
Ahh Mr. Holmes Bakehouse, home of the cruffin. Guys, listen. I know that the whole cruffin/duffin/cronut phenomenon is a bit trendy and snobnoxious. But when something tastes as good as ^^this^^, I will happily wait in line with the rest of Instagram to get mine. SO GOOD.
Ok ok enough food already! So then we went to Napa for approximately 24 hours. Just enough time to visit 4 vineyards and eat 2.5 delicious meals. The .5 is the “leftover” cruffins we ate on the way there on Friday. (Are they considered leftovers if we only bought them 2 hours earlier? Yes. Is the answer we’re looking for.) Oops, sorry, we’re talking about food again.
^^This place^^ was THE most beautiful winery I’ve ever been to. (Thanks A&A!) It’s in a cave and the wine is insane and everything is extremely elegant and sophisticated. Everything. Except… that they use Softsoap handsoap in the bathrooms? I mean, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Softsoap. We’ve bought Softsoap before. It just surprised me that this winery, with an LED light installation on the ceiling of the bathroom, had a row of Softsoaps lined up next to the sinks. I mean, I guess if you’re going to save money somewhere it might as well be on hand soap, right?…
Anyways, Softsoap and all, it was amazing. We bought one bottle of wine there that cost Crosby his freshman year of college. Sorry, kid. Freshman year is overrated anyways. #not
Annnnnd then we left. Which means we’re done with the pictures. Which also means you made it to the end of this post. Great job, blog soldiers. Thanks for indulging me. And another big huge thank you to my mom and stepdad, who took perfect care of our little guy while we were gone. Couldn’t have done it without you!
Ok sorry, one more photo! And one last happy 5th anniversary to my guy. Love you more than cruffins and game hen, Mr. T.