After our happy hour at Boudin’s, we started making our way back to the hotel to change for a romantic dinner. We made a detour to see Lombard Street and were surprised to find not just the crookedest street, but also the craziest running group. Of course, we were disappointed to discover that we’d missed the San Francisco Hash’s Red Dress Run (never dawned on us that they’d run on Mondays). Being the good hashers that we are, we gave up on the idea of a gourmet dinner after being invited to tag along for the end of the run, and had M&M’s, Red Vines and chips instead at the On-On at a park.
We once again crammed a lot in the next day with a walk up to Coit Tower, a self-guided tour of Boudin’s giant bakery, more clam chowder in a sourdough bowl and a crab cocktail from Fisherman’s Wharf. Finally had to catch a cab to swing by the hotel for our stuff or we would have missed our train.
After our happy hour at Boudin’s, we started making our way back to the hotel to change for a romantic dinner. We made a detour to see Lombard Street and were surprised to find not just the crookedest street, but also the craziest running group. Of course, we were disappointed to discover that we’d missed the San Francisco Hash’s Red Dress Run (never dawned on us that they’d run on Mondays). Being the good hashers that we are, we gave up on the idea of a gourmet dinner after being invited to tag along for the end of the run, and had M&M’s, Red Vines and chips instead at the On-On at a park.
We once again crammed a lot in the next day with a walk up to Coit Tower, a self-guided tour of Boudin’s giant bakery, more clam chowder in a sourdough bowl and a crab cocktail from Fisherman’s Wharf. Finally had to catch a cab to swing by the hotel for our stuff or we would have missed our train.
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