Saturday, March 31, 2007

Roadblogging: San Francisco Thur

Thursday was a typical tourist day for us. We strolled more slowly and completely through Chinatown and wandered into the North Beach Italian neighborhood. We ate lunch at an absolutely wonderful place called Cafe Puccini. The lady who served us was kind, our various pastas/raviolis were simply excellent. My Frutti di Mare on linguine was simply the best pasta dish I've ever eaten. Period. The portion was more than I can eat (and that is saying something) and the seafood mix was perfecto (clams, mussels, scallops, and not too much calamari). Cafe Puccini was one of the only places where the quality of food was way higher than the price. GO THERE!

We hopped a bus that had Fisherman's Wharf on the display and it dropped us off within a half mile which is not bad. Really. We worked our way down to the wharf and beyond finally stopping by a sunny stretch of grass between Ghirardelli Square and the bay. This is the closest we came to the Golden Gate Bridge. After relaxing, Ladybug and I left Minisnab and Grandpa to get some ice cream and ride the cable car back to the hotel. Meanwhile, Ladybug and I tried to catch a quicker bus line than just taking the streetcar back to downtown and failed miserably. It was a foreshadowing of later travel woes I believe. The knee and foot were acting up terribly for me and I was glad to plant my butt back in the hotel.

We dined downtown in an alleyway filled with cucinas and chez type restaurants about 2 blocks east of Bush and Stockton. I can't remember the name of the place we chose, but it was plenty spendy and the food was fancy looking, but so-so. We passed by the French place we ate at earlier and laughed at the French term for Bush Street, "Rue Bush." My pic didn't turn out, but the double entendre about actually rueing Bush has us giggling.

We set the alarm for 5:15am, arranged our ride to the airport and went to bed.



This picture is dedicated my friends in the Hoang family here in Oregon. They aren't Chinese, but one must also remember that two Hoangs don't make a white. Ouch! Sorry.



Looking down the hill in Chinatown. No sign of Jack Nicholson.



Grandpa checks out a line of dressed chickens at a Dim Sum restaurant.



The lovely and talented TransAmerica building.



The Stinking Rose is a nice name, but being close to Cafe Puccini makes walking by even nicer.



Seeing a sign like this in San Francisco takes on a whole different meaning. We opted to keep walking.



This is our great Golden Gate Bridge picture. Thanks to the cell phone, it didn't quite live up to the pictures on post cards.



This looks out towards the Maritime Museum and the beautiful sailing vessel stationed there. If you look close, you can see Alcatraz Island in the background.



This is a beautiful Studebaker Hawk with an Avanti R1 motor. This is a 1964 GT Hawk (Thanks Jeff for the correction and my dad can correct us if it is wrong). The R1 motor was a powerful one designed for Studebaker's Avanti line; their answer to the Chevy Corvette (or vice versa). I wonder how it runs without the old higher octane gas. I hope to own one of these some day.

10 comments:

Pandabonium said...

Studebaker Hawk - way cool. On a visit to my youngest at school once, we went to the Studebaker museum in South Bend, IN. Pretty interesting collection. They have since moved into a brand new building. It was a great company in its day.

Overdroid said...

When do you get to Los Angeles?

Jeff said...

That is a 1964 Studebaker GT Hawk.
This is the last year Studebaker manufactured the GT Hawk, and this is a fine example. You can tell the '64 from the '62, or '63 by the shape of the turn signal side air inlets. They are larger on the '64.

Don Snabulus said...

PB - That would be a fine trip to take. Maybe I should look into that for my dad...

Overdroid - Maybe we can do a Disney trip for the Minisnab. We can visit you and some friends in Temecula as well.

Jeff - Thanks for the corrective. My hunches are usually wrong. :D

Overdroid said...

THAT would be swell.

Swinebread said...

Free Fudge samples...

When in Rome...

Dean Wormer said...

Snab Sr. has to see that car...

ladybug said...

Snabby forgot to mention the motherly aspects of our Italian waitress...

She came over a huge bowl of freshly grated parmesan, and when we said STOP, she added 3-4 more heaping spoons....
"more cheese, so good"

It was reasonably priced, and it's highly recommended by locals... although "cafe" I guess is spelled differently in Italian...

Caffe Puccini
411 Columbus

Don Snabulus said...

Dean: I emailed the pic. ;)

Viet said...

Hey, that's my 3rd cousin's twice removed shop. Man such a small world :)