John went off to work today in San Mateo (I knew San Jose was wrong) so I decided to head over to Pacific Heights for a wander around. Let me just say that ‘Operation-convince-John-to-move-to-San-Francisco-specifically-Pacific-Heights’ begins today.
After 20 minutes looking for a parking space (I keep wishing I had my Vespa - it would be perfect here) I headed to Rose’s Cafe on Union St for some lunch as recommended by Kate. I sat up at the bar and enjoyed some people watching as I waited for my food. As an only child, I really enjoy just hanging out by myself sometimes. I hoovered down a meatball sandwich without stopping for breath. SO. BLOODY. GOOD. Winston slept quietly in his bag throughout.
