- Felt bunny pencil holders at the SFMOMA gift shop.
- The Morphosis castle at Mission & 7th Street. Next to a neoclassical Federal Building and the U.S. Court of Appeals. And across the street, a club with brilliant stencils indicating complete disdain for it all:
- A mob lined up for Bi-Rite’s ice-cream.
- Union Made on Sanchez, was kind of a heaven of recycled wood, comfortably funky furnishings, and exquisitely detailed versions of no-fuss men’s shirts, jeans, and etc. Nothing flashy, but everything a very, very fine example of its type. Stuff from all over, but reflecting a distinct personal sensibility. I really liked the Filson bags, but the only thing I bought was an issue of Kinfolk magazine, which I had never seen before.
- Cervecería de MateVeza, 3801 18th Street, opposite Delores Park was full of San Francisco Beer Week people. There are SUVs bigger than this place, but what a treat to have this been your neighborhood pub. And the brewery tour of Denmark sounds like a really great opportunity:
- We ate homemade jelly doughnuts and chocolate pistachio scones from Les Elements Patisserie. On my second trip to the Elements booth, I was wondering if the girl had change for a $20 bill, and discovered her sorting out a bushel of cash that looked like my laundry basket.
- Walked along the front, past the baseball stadium, China Basin, the houseboats on Mission Creek. Discovered the Dalek hiding place (there was also Lohengrin's swan boat moored on the other side):
- We managed a quick visit to AD at the Antiquarian Book Fair. Another amazing world, with marvels everywhere you looked.
- Off to Fort Mason for the San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition. I assumed this would be a white-linen-tablecloth Northern California wine snob event. In fact it was Coachella in a giant old barn. A total blast. Completely insane din punctured intermittently by the sound of glass shattering:
- People wearing wine glass holder necklaces!
- A scrum of chefs on the patio feverishly preparing nibbles (with a view of Alcatraz island in the background, for inspiration):
- A massive crush at the Stella Artois beer counter—leftover Beer Week people? Out of the chaos I recall the Aglio di Mirabella garlic dip, and girl. dog. truck. There was a last-call scramble for freebies and un-shattered glassware. We perched at the exit and watched the crowd stagger out—perhaps the highlight of the event:
- Dinner at Greens: Warm cauliflower salad with capers, mint and mustard vinaigrette; Mushroom gratin with leeks, green garlic, thyme, gruyere custard and pinot noir mushroom sauce; Huckleberry upside-down cake with zest sherbet. One of the best meals I've ever had.
- Wandering up and down Valencia Street So many beautiful, quirky shops: Paxton Gate, the pirate-themed 826 Valencia writing center, Dandelion Chocolate, Taylor Stitch bespoke clothing. Viracocha took the totally-styled-environment idea a bit too far. We spent a long time looking around. It was beautiful: rough wood tables, old typewriters, an old electric organ. There was a DIY lending library in the back corner. Some piles of t-shirts and homemade audio cds seemed to be on offer, but it was impossible to say what, if anything, was for sale. Was it even a store? Or was it a community center?
- We wandered around the Castro, ending up at Delores Park, which was packed with people drinking and smoking dope. There was no special event, nothing special happening. Just hundreds and hundreds of people enjoying a bit of good weather on a Sunday afternoon (it was actually getting pretty chilly), A college town atmosphere, amazing to find in a city.
- A bike tour from Fisherman’s Wharf to Sausalito. I wish I had worn long pants, but it was exhilarating.
- I had this idea that we would be stopping a lot on the bridge to take pictures. Not a chance. The main thought was avoiding hypothermia. At the base of each pillar there was a huge extra burst of wind.
- In Sausalito, we had fish and chips at Scoma. On the left, a table of ladies having lunch. On the right, a table of Brits who had been in for the Book Fair.
- Sausalito kept reminding me of Dartmouth, which is a very positive thing. It’s the kind of little fishing village where the local movie theater advertised the upcoming Metropolitan Opera screencast on its marquee.
- By the time we got back to L.A. we had used every form of transportation that day except a hot air balloon.