This blog entry is the last of a series. Here are the previous entries:
- San Francisco Fire Engine Tour
- Day 2 in San Fran
- I stalked a stalker and videotaped him.
- First Day in San Fran
Last Tour
Our last full day in San Fran, we did the Fire Engine tour first and then hopped onto a ferry and visited Alcatraz. It was a delightful tour. There’s an audio tour that walked us through the cells, a couple of escape schemes including a pretty gruesome and violent one, a few other rooms/offices of Alcatraz.

San Fran looked pretty beautiful from Alcatraz.

A furnished cell in Alcatraz.

This is a tiny winidow in a hallway of Alacatraz.

You know when you go somewhere extra touristy, they take a photo for you and give you an opportunity to buy it? I always buy. (I still want a copy of the one I took with Nam, Dave, and Kym at the Empire State building in NYC. Must remember to pester them).
Last Supper
We had dinner our last night in San Fran at a restaurant called Pier Market. I misread the directions and took us to Pier 24 when it was really located at Pier 39 (Fisherman’s Wharf). Ooops. However, it wasn’t just me who goofed (I don’t care what Alan says). Alan didn’t know the name of the restaurant! We got dropped off at the wrong pier but thanks to his iphone, we retraced our internet search and found our way to the right pier after a bit of walking and another cab. Our feast was an embarrassment of riches. We ordered 3 appetizers, 2 entrees and 2 desserts.

We caught the sunset.

Salmon Bruschetta. Pretty good.

The restaurant was too dark and my flash too harsh. Trust me, it was delicious.

Mmm slimey and tastey.

So this is Cioppino. It was the star of the meal if you ask us. We killed it. Cioppino is rumored to have been orignated in San Fran and it’s a tomato based fish stew. Whatever you catch that day you throw it in a stew. It was divine. I can still conjur up the mental taste, making my mouth water.

This was Alan’s pick. We each picked an entree and shared both. I was pleasantly surprised how good the ribs were. BBQ ribs does not sound like something San Fran would master? The meat fell from the bone. Just how it should be.

We ordered both the apple crisp and the creme brulee. I’m not an apple dessert kind of girl so I stuck with the creme brulee and nibbled on the ice cream of the apple crisp. I love custards which means I love creme brulee! Mm. Take me back to Pier Market, please.
Airport Food
We checked out on the fourth day at 10:30am, eager to be home in Austin at 8pm. We ended up being delayed all day and didn’t get home til 2am. I read an entire book. Not an epic novel, just a beachy novel I might link later. Alan watched some basketball and played a lot of golf on his phone. We were cranky, but I was pleased that we didn’t kill each other. We had lunch in the airport at San Francisco (and dinner in Phoenix) and I was surprised. It was the best meal I’ve had at an airport. I don’t think I’ve ever had good meals in airports, just mediocre bar food. Photos of our airport meals below.

Airport food: Korean BBQ Sandwich. Alan’s order.

Shanghai Dumplings, my order. I posted this picture second because I wanted to point out that in the corner you can see a french fry I stole from Alan. It was too hot so I let it rest. Hee.