I started a new job in July which required me to fly back to San Francisco and spend the work week. On this second trip I did not stay at the Intercontinental! Ironically, I stayed at the Club Quarters which is the same place I stayed the very first time I went to San Francisco with a previous company that is located around the corner from where my new company is. All very full circle.
At the end of the work day I would get out a bit and walk around. One evening I wandered over to the Embarcadero area where lots of people ate and drank at outdoor restaurants along the bay, palm trees graced the boulevard and the Bay Bridge stretched long across the water to Oakland. As skateboarders practiced their tricks up and down the plaza stairs I meandered through the public art which San Francisco seems to invest a lot in.
On another evening I garnered the stamina to walk up Telegraph Hill. Coming from New York City where Murray Hill is a gentle slope up to Grand Central, the hills of San Francisco are daunting. As I climbed the steep hill up through Chinatown I felt my calf muscles working hard. Just as you rise over one block, the hill keeps going and going and going. The rewards however is a panoramic view of the entire bay area. I give the residents credit who live up on these hills and commute to and from work. They all walked with ease up the slope carrying their groceries, gyms bags and assorted accouterments.
On my last day there, I met up with an old friend for lunch. We went to a salad/sandwich cafe in the financial district. The choice of greens and items to mix in the greens was overwhelming. I’ve never seen a salad bar with so many options. We grabbed our lunch and crossed the street to what appeared to be a standard office building. We rode the elevator to the roof and sat on the roof top garden and ate lunch. Apparently, these little rooftop gardens are open to the general public. You just have to know where to find them.
After work that evening, my company took us out to a delicious dinner at Sens. I enjoyed the swordfish served with smoked potato croquette, broccoli di ciccio, 63 degree egg, piquillo pepper marmalade, chile, garlic. The fish was served on a sword-like skewer as an homage to the fish’s namesake. After a couple glasses of yummy local California wine, I ended the meal with the creme fraiche cheesecake with Black Mission’ figs, honeycomb, oat almond granola. To my delight, the restaurant had the Hidalgo sherry I once drank at Amada inside the now defunct Revel casino in Atlantic City. I enjoyed this sherry so much I took a picture of it so I could look for it at other restaurants. Up until now I had never found it again so I was excited to follow my dessert with this Spanish libation.