Tag: Alcatraz

Retired hurt

Retired hurt

San Francisco

We’ve been in San Francisco for three days now, and I’m yet to finish a meal.

Our first breakfast was at Sears Fine Food, where breakfast comes with hash browns. That’s at least three potatoes right there. Plus Southern corned beef hash, made with an additional two potatoes. Needless to say, I could not finish.

Dinner, Tad’s steakhouse, and one magnificent steak the size of my face, plus a baked potato the size of my head. Needless to say, I could not finish.

My plan for yesterday’s breakfast at Pinecrest Diner was just oatmeal. “Or perhaps cereal,” I said to Don, “but no more potatoes.”

“Scrambled eggs,” I said to the waitress after Don had ordered.

“Do you want bacon as well?” she asked.

“Oh, go on then.” Wisely Don said nothing. And of course the whole lot was served on the biggest hash brown I’ve ever seen.

Needless to say, I didn’t even come close to finishing.

I must say though, a big breakfast certainly keeps you going for most of the day. Yesterday morning’s potato mountain held us through until 3pm, at which point we embarked on a walking food tour of North Beach with Avital tours.

Oh. My. God.

Four courses at four fabulous Italian restaurant institutions. Rich tomato seafood stew, arancini balls, woodfired pizza, fresh ricotta filled cannoli. Sourdough bread. Red wine. Thank goodness we were at the top of the hill at the last stop and could just roll back to the hotel. With the leftover pizza and cannoli.

Because we couldn’t finish it.

The Zombies of San Francisco

The Zombies of San Francisco

San Francisco

As most people are aware, it takes approximately 147 hours of flying time to travel from anywhere in Australia to anywhere at all in the northern hemisphere. This is compounded when your flight is delayed (ours was), you miss your connecting flight (we did), you wait patiently in LA International airport entertaining your husband by singing LA International Airport for 3 hours (I did), and your new connecting flight sits on the tarmac for over an hour before taking off (ours did).

And thus we arrived in San Francisco having been awake for all of Thursday and half of Friday.

“We need to stay awake until at least 6:30,” Don said to me.


“What time is it now?”


“Ok, good.”

We began trudging around downtown San Francisco.

Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes. No. Not really.”

Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Do you want to go into that shop?”




“That shop?”

“Not really.”

“Ok. What time is it?”


Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Are you hungry?”



Trudge trudge trudge.

“Weather’s nice.”

“I can’t feel my face.”

“What time is it?”


“Should we give up and go back to the hotel?”

“Oh God, yes.”

After almost 15 hours sleep, day two panned out much better. Hash browns, cable cars, Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco Bay cruise, crab chowder, extremely potent margaritas, Alcatraz tour and a steak the size of my face.

So far the 147 hours travel time has been well worth it!