We had a list of activities for our perfect autumn day in San Francisco. After the Ferry Building, it included Union Square, Chinatown, the Haight, Golden Gate Bridge and Bi-Rite Ice Cream.
We drove to Union Square (again, with mom at the wheel, an adventure in itself) and parked. We wandered out of garage into the sun, and said “yup, it’s fancy.” Andrea was pretty intrigued by the pop up ice skating rinks around town. I guess in Denmark they don’t have to manufacture them….she was mostly amused that people would be skating when it wasn’t cold. Neither of the girls were interested in fancy stores, and quite frankly, neither was I. But we were at Union Square, and I felt some responsibility here. So I convinced them that we had to at least go to the bathroom at Neiman Marcus. And while it took some courage to walk past the salespeople, the restrooms really were impressive and lovely and I could feel as though I added to their experience. Activity done, at least half way.
We wandered through Chinatown, and it was the perfect day for it. It wasn’t crowded…just lively and fun. It reminded me of a weekend with Kate and Amelia when Kate was 17. I swear the girls bought shoes at the exact same store where Kate and Amelia bought theirs. They also bought scarves. But mostly we wandered.
We had a little trouble finding a lunch spot, because despite the fact that we were tourists, we didn’t want to eat like tourists. After a few false starts, we took to the side streets and found an awesome little spot called the Utopia Cafe on Waverly Place.
It was perfect. The best potstickers I have ever had. Ever.
We were now ready for the alleys, and we finally found Ross Alley, home of the Fortune Cookie Factory.
It was kind of a puzzling place, but really, there’s nothing like getting a bag of good fortune.
We wandered more. On the way back to the car we stopped at H&M and Swatch, and while our feet didn’t hurt, it was getting dark, and I was a little concerned my iPhone battery would wear out before the GPS/Alex combo could get us to Bi-Rite.
It didn’t. We did. It was really far away. It was good, and don’t tell the girls, but I would have been just as satisfied with a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. We saw multiple monks and were delighted just by being able to say the phrase, “multiple monks”.
It wasn’t until we were home in Davis, congratulating ourselves for having such a perfect day that we remembered what we forgot to do.
Next time, for sure. But Steve will have to come to drive.