If You Are Going To San Francisco, Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair...
...and be careful not to trip over any of the 400,000 homeless heroin addicts cruising around in wheelchairs.
This weekend marked my first-ever visit to San Fran, a city about which I've heard many great things. However, the proceedings did not exactly get off to a rip-roaring start on Friday night, as the Flitgirl and I elected to walk from our hotel on Market Street to dinner on Hayes Street. Little did we know that this route would take us past a carnival-like assortment of crackheads, heroin addicts, people in wheelchairs missing various limbs, homeless people, and raving lunatics holding complete conversations with themselves and/or screaming at unseen enemies. At least once per block, we would hit the trifecta: a lunatic homeless crackhead heroin addict in a wheelchair screaming at himself. I guess it was our own fault for choosing to walk the streets at the insane hour of 6:00 pm.
Anyway, after dinner, we compounded the problem by continuing to walk down to a bar in the Mission District to meet Flitgirl's sister - which required an even longer walk through an even sketchier neighborhood, filled with even more disreputable, crazier borderline-humans. (Please note, no taxis were available).
Needless to say, we made it through Friday night alive, but I was not feeling good about this fair city. However, Saturday I learned that the city is NOT just a bunch of lunatic homeless crackhead heroin addicts in wheelchairs screaming at themselves. We visited Flitgirl's sister's (can I just call her "Flitster-in-law"?) apartment in the Haight/Ashbury district (whereupon I snapped the photo you see above), which is apparently just a few doors down from where the Grateful Dead used to live. Flitster-in-law then drove around to Pacific Heights, the Presidio, Golden Gate Park, Fisherman's Wharf (where we got an In-N-Out burger - drool...), across the Golden Gate Bridge (albeit in absurdly heavy fog - in fact, it could've been any bridge for all I could see), and over to Sausalito to watch some clean-up from the recent oil spill.
[Incidentally, is it just me, or is there a disproportionate number of movies set in S.F.? Dirty Harry, 48 Hrs., Pacific Heights, The Presidio, Vertigo...this is a very long list. Of course, I was the only one of the three people in the car who had seen or even heard of "Pacific Heights" and "The Presidio." That's what I get for associating with a bunch of people born post-1980.]
Saturday night, at the recommendation of the Schwizz, we hit up the great Zushi Puzzle on Lombard Street. Friends, let me tell you - if good fish is your game, Zushi Puzzle is the place to be. I recommend the "Eric's Law" roll, which is basically soft-shell crab and cucumber with a slab of tuna on top, covered in a spicy sauce. Dee-lish.
Anyway, an overall fun trip. San Fran is truly the city that put the "crack" in "crackhead."
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