#107: Walk All 51 Piers Of Fisherman’s Wharf.
Well, I walked all the ODD numbered piers from 1 to 51 at least. This quest all started thanks to Anthony Bordain and a recent “No Reservations” episode. He was stopping through San Francisco on a long layover and turned the city upside down in search of foodie paradise. He found it, and discovered three great observations about SF I’ll never forget. “Each pier has its own vibe and distinct landmark; each is a day’s adventure in itself. Each pier gives way…
#106: Find Your Neighborhood Coffee Spot.
They carry Stumptown’s cold coffee brew in the bottle, which I love. The inside feels homey, inviting, productive and simple with clean white walls. The goods are perfectly done: scones, muffins, cookies, bread boudin loaves. Like all hip SF fare, Jane caters to the gluten free/vegan loving crowd. There’s just enough white noise and chatter to read a book, or in my case, pull out my laptop. Some of the foods carried out were more colorful than…
#105: Turn 28 In An Ageless City.
I’m a little late in posting this after my actual birthday, January 21st. But hey, here’s a celebratory post nonetheless. I just turned 28 years old and somehow feel older AND younger at the same time. Younger, like born again in the transplant sense. A new city, new coast, new chance to start over and re-discover life’s simplest pleasures like seagulls, the Pacific Ocean, accents, baked sourdough bread, olive trees, fine wine. Older, like my 21-year-old body. That used to…
#104: Learn How To Cardio Kick-Box.
Funny, before doing a kickboxing class this evening, I was excited, pumped and inspired with 4 great reasons to just do it. Now, after making it (or struggling rather) through one single 55-minute session, those 4 great reasons have turned into 4 great lessons learned. One hour, one new partner and about a thousand-something sweat drops later, I survived my first kickboxing class. Just barely. A single girl living in a big city should protect herself. I moved to SF…
#103: The Perfect Black Bean Burger In SF.
I do love a good, juicy beef burger or savory turkey sandwich, but lately, I’ve preferred anything and everything veggie or black bean filled. I’m not vegetarian. Or a pescatarian. I just really like fish. And veggies. A lot. To the point, I’ve been hunting for the perfect, well-crafted veggie burger since I got here to SF. Today, I finally found one. It was a cloudless Sunday morning in the Mission (you measure SF living by its sunny days), and…