OK, so this should be the final post on what was a pretty "interesting" 3 days in SF. We've covered Marc's maiden driving experience in the Ferrari, our jackass cab driver and unfortunate consequences of his asinine actions, as well as some of the family, friends, food and beverage adventures. No trip to SF would not be complete without hooking up with Cousin Claire and Hurricane Sally.
We'll cover our adventures with Sal first. She made reservations at a place called Range. Sal's friend, Samia (sp?), also joined us. All of the food was excellent, which would make sense given the recent "one-star" designation given by the Michelin folks. Then Sal took us to a rooftop bar up the street in the Mission called Medjool. Met up with a couple more of Sal's friends and what made the evening even better was the weather being so pleasant. It was the beginning of November in the city of SF, and we were completely comfortable on top of a roof without jackets.
Ah, but the night was young. Sal, Marc and I then hightailed back over to the Clift to hit the Redwood Room, which was a huge "scene". We scored a table that was primed for people watching and did we get an eyeful. Lots of short skirts (Marc always complaints that I wear short skirts too often - HA!), which when we told Cousin Chris about it the next day, caused him to say that there could have been some transvestite action going on. Marc claimed it was all real, but Chris had some healthy skepticism. Entertaining stuff.
We'll skip Saturday evening's festivities with Sally back at the Redwood Room after Gary Danko, and just move to a much more sedate Sunday evening. After the day's activities, Sal met us for dinner and we had some much needed protein at Morton's. Sal graciously then took us to what was probably the only 24-hour pharmacy in SF so Marc could get drugged up.
I lied - Cousin Claire and the associated adventure with her will be covered in a separate post. :-)
And oh yeah - Sal has a new suitor. Even bigger HA!