Forever my favorite. It never gets old. The restaurants never end. And a friendly vibe is always strumming in the air. Grab your coat and a handful of glitter, and enter the land of fog and fabulousness. So long, inhibitions; hello, San Francisco.
Good times and social revolutions tend to start here, from manic gold rushes to blissful hippie be-ins. If there’s a skateboard move yet to be busted, a technology still unimagined, a poem left unspoken or a green scheme untested, chances are it’s about to happen there. Yes, right now.
I don’t think I can go without spending $400 in one weekend on food. I don’t think it is possible. There are that many good places to eat. My sister Jessica and her husband Stephen are pros at the city now as residents of the worlds windiest lane, Lombard Street. And before you ask, that hot guy you are wondering about? That’s Aaron Stratman. Dreamy aint he?