Gimps like me need not apply to leave their hearts in San Fran. Those hills, guys! But that city by the sea does have its charms.
And I would travel to the ends of the earth to buy this guy a steak. Porterhouse. And yes, he ate it all.
Speaking of food. All the times I’ve been to SF and somehow never before had lunch at the Rotunda at Neiman Marcus. So beautiful! Order the Crab Louie and a glass of champagne.
The bubbles will help prepare you for the sticker shock you’ll encounter after lunch. I know they say retail is dead but you aren’t going to have this experience on Amazon.
“I come not to praise Jeff Bezos but to bury him…”
I keep hearing that SF has become a sanctuary of the worst sort, but we just saw so much pretty. The upside, I suppose, of not being able to properly explore the city. The weather, never a strong selling point for San Fran, was exquisite that weekend. Flowers everywhere.
Formal, in the foyer of the St. Francis:
Free form near Fisherman’s Wharf:
Speaking of pretty, these two besties are still the best. But I am seriously thinking about a gofundme to get Taylor a second t-shirt for his wardrobe since he only appears to own one. What can I say; he is his father’s son…when you’re that handsome, maybe one shirt will suffice.
Easton has branched out from finance to pottery and gifted us with these beauties:
Somehow I failed to get a photo of Ming, but of course, here is Marlowe:
We had a lovely dinner at Bouche with Taylor (I was so excited to see that he owns TWO collared shirts!) and his friend, Megan. She is a reader par excellence and introduced us to one of our favorite books EVER, Michael Ondaatje’s The Collected Works of Billy the Kid. It is a must-read!
We closed out our weekend at Farallon, which, we learned, occupies a space just off Union Square that was once an Elks Lodge swimming pool!
The coconut curry swordfish was amazing:
Then it was time to head home, but we’ll be back soon – maybe T will let us take him shirt-shopping next time…