Coffee And Fish; Did I Do It Right?

You read that right; just like Boss did when she read about it this past spring in an article featuring a restaurant to open in summer selling the kooky combo.  The Joint in Sherman Oaks, CA is marketed as a fresh seafood market and coffee + tea cafe.  It's obvious before you even enter the building that owner, Liwei Liao, was looking for a yin and yang atmosphere in his new brick and mortar eatery. Liwei Liao is founder of The Boba Truck, a widely popular food truck that needed no effort in the planning and layout of his first establishment but now needed to come up with a way to host a full fresh seafood market and a cafe without overwhelming guests with contradicting aromas.  The solution is two separate entrances and a thick wall with doorways to make the fish market seem like its own entity.  My curiosity was frenzied.  We entered through the market side and were greeted by silvery fish hanging on display behind the glass and stainless steel cases that housed all the sea fodder.  Every fish looked so fresh and plump that I was ready to grab a fork and get my sashimi on.  After “oohing and aahing” over all the bounty, we walked through the doorway, passed a small bar, to the coffee counter.  The coffee and tea menu board was simple and in front of us on the smooth counter were clipboards with the day’s locally and sustainably sourced dinner and tapas options.  Most prices were either on the high end or simply listed MP (market price). 

On the weekends, The Joint offers a brunch featuring breakfast sandwiches like crab and avocado toast and the smoked salmon breakfast roll.  Seasonally imported fish and seafood is also available and the menu is constantly changing to maintain what’s freshest.  As I did a bit of research to try to find the reason an entrepreneur would decide an Angler and Americano shop would work, I was met with no answer.  It seemed interviews and blogs about the significance of the duo were kept only for the owner to know.  However, I did learn the seating and tables in his dining room are made from 150 year old reclaimed lumber.  Investigative journalism aside, my final thoughts on this unique cafe would be to encourage you to try new combinations and see what truly works for you.  This time the coffee brought me in but only the fish will bring me back, and I don’t think I will ever be quoted for saying that more than once.

So how does this work?  Coffee first, than fish?  Dinner, followed by a hot cup of digestion aiding tea?  Here’s how we solved it:  Boss and I were cold from the short walk we had to take getting there.  Just metered parking available and the Bluebird Brasserie adjacent was hogging up any close spots with their valet service.  We started with our much needed hot drinks.  A cappuccino for myself and of course, a mocha for the boss.  We place a dinner order as well and found seats.  The coffee comes piping hot but in much smaller glasses than I’m used to.  My cappuccino falls flat, not spice, no flavor, nothing special, and a little heartbreaking for my expectations.  I had a sip of the littlest mocha I’d ever seen, and it was just the opposite.  Her drink was rich, creamy, and though scant, packed the right amount of cocoa flavor.  And before two sips were taken, the food arrived.  Perfectly pan-seared New Zealand Tai Snapper to split.  The green beans were blanched with a wonderfully seasoned balsamic dressing and the roasted potatoes were crispy on the outside, tender and fluffy on the inside.  I couldn't run the risk of letting my coffee get cold so I drank it alongside my dinner.  Those flavors did not remotely mesh but it wasn’t bad enough for me to just hold the drink until the end of the meal.  Despite the high dollar amount, I would happily pay it again for that meal.  Even if you skip the coffees, the food is incredible. 

The art on the walls was different machines used in the shop in this style.

Scaled down bar with a decent selection.

Cute sign in the women's restroom.

Clever wi-fi password.

It All Started With A Mouse

My very first memories, my current job, most of the happiest times in my life, are all connected by one thing.  I say thing because he isn't a person or even real, but Mickey Mouse, has always been a huge part of my world.  My relationship with the Big Cheese will never be fully understood by some.  Most Disney fans can relate with nostalgia, their own personal stories, or a fandom unknown to anyone but themselves.  Mickey finds his way into my blog pretty often.  Whether I'm reviewing something from the parks, talking about my co-workers from the store, or even hidden Mickey's popping up in my photos, but now he gets to be the star.  With Mickey's 90th birthday coming, the Walt Disney Company has gone all out to celebrate.  Collaborating with high fashion names, they are putting the cartoon celebrity on apparel, jewelry, and shoes.  He even has his own Pop Art show in New York this month.  Within the Disney Stores, each month since January, a limited edition plush, mug, and pin, have been offered with a different era reflecting Mickey's career.  I no longer collect all things Mickey, but I love the designs and concepts that are constantly being updated to match trends and conjure those magical moments and feelings that only Mickey can give people.  As his birthday draws near, I am captured by one special release during this celebration.  Joffrey's, Disney's official specialty coffee supplier since {their first kiosk was installed at Typhoon Lagoon [water park] in the Walt Disney World resort in} 1995, has created a special blend for the occasion; Mickey’s 90th Anniversary Blend, and it is as classic as the mouse himself. 

The Joffrey’s company was started in 1984 in Tampa, Florida.  By the turn of the century, Joffrey’s was offering over 100 different varieties of coffee and tea.  The specialty blends created for the Disney Parks are named after some of the hotels and restaurants of Disneyland, California Adventure, the Disney Vacation Club, and Walt Disney World, and are also offered in the same individual pod style found in the resorts rooms. 

Oh Boy! Coffee!

In previous blogs I have reviewed some of the machine brewed Joffrey’s coffee sold at Disneyland and prefer it over the only other option available at the parks, the dreaded burnt Starbucks.  I tried to wait and see if the 90^th Anniversary Blend would become available at the parks but got impatient and ordered online.  It was delivered lightning quick which I was glad for as shipping was almost equal to the price of the one bag of coffee I was getting.  The packaging grabbed my attention.  Whimsical and covered in tiny Mickey faces from the last 9 decades, it made my nostalgic heart flutter.  As for the coffee itself, it was a medium roast with a sliver of a sharp spice finish, making it a perfect cold morning combatant. 

Now if it is considered Mickey’s birthday, why call it an Anniversary Blend?  In all reality, which can be seriously bent when debating animated rodents, November 18, 1928 was actually the debut of the black and white animated short Steamboat Willie at Universal’s Colony Theater in New York City (Now known as The Broadway Theater).  This would also be Minnie Mouse’s debut appearance as well.  Two shorts were made prior to Steamboat Willie but both were not approved for public viewing as this was and the cartoon about Mickey vs. Captain Pete premiered before Gangwar for two weeks.  It was the first correctly synchronized sound, character, and musical score, and the first fully created in post-production, using a click track.  The click track allowed all the animation and sounds to line up seamlessly, thus creating such rave reviews three days later in a Variety article that it was easy to see Walt and his studios had just created a star.  Mickey’s actual cartoon design was left to Walt’s trusted friend and animator Ub Iwerks.  Walt and Ub had a wonderful partnership from 1919 to the 1930’s that ended as Ub wanted to head his own studio and would fight Walt for the rights to his characters designs, thus crumbling trust and causing financial woes. To answer our question, Anniversary Blend rolls off the tongue better than Debut Blend, I suppose.

A few fun facts about my long tailed hero:

Walt originally wanted to call him Mortimer Mouse but he changed it when his beloved wife, Lillian, said to call him Mickey.

In the 1930’s, a Mickey Mouse comic strip debuted and it ran for 45 years.

Mickey is the first cartoon character to get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (on his 50^th birthday, 1978).  (Donald Trump being the most recent)

Disney gave Mickey the iconic white gloves to contrast his black hands from his black body but the gloves did not appear until The Opry House in March of 1929.  The gloves influenced later Disney and non-Disney characters like in Bugs Bunny’s design. Now go double check all Steamboat Willie merchandise to make sure Mickey is sans gloves.

Mickey’s first words came in the short, Karnival Kid in 1929, as he is a vendor yelling, “Hot dogs! Hot dogs!” to sell his dancing, barking bunned deli meat.  In those days everything became anthropomorphized.

In 1932, Mickey was nominated for an Academy Award for Mickey’s Orphan’s (1931) and Walt was given an honorary Academy Award for his success with Mickey Mouse.

The first Mickey watches were sold by the Ingersoll Watch Company in 1933 and has long been in the same style, with Mickey’s arms being the watch hands used to tell time.

By 1934, Mickey merchandise earned $600,000 a year.  Almost the same amount spent by my dad by the mid 1990’s.

In 90 years, Mickey has done a lot and is one of the most recognizable icons in the world.  However, to me, Mickey is more than a corporate mascot.  Mickey is a part of my everyday life.  For every granule of Anniversary Blend coffee, I have a warm-hearted memory or story to tell about Mickey.  I want to share a few just so my readers can see how he is symbolic for all that is good in my life.  (Tissue Warning)

When I was 3, my parents threw me a Mickey birthday party at our home in North Hollywood.  In the tiny kitchen, pre-Little One time, my family, cousins and all, gathered around a homemade Mickey Mouse head cake.  It is my first and earliest memory.  After that, I started to “collect” Mickey memorabilia.  At that young age, I cleared an area in the bedroom I shared with my older sister, gathered all my toys that had Mickey on it, and brought my parents in to show off my collection.  My dad has always been the biggest donor to this obsession of mine, finding me rare and unique pieces.  It has been a never ending bonding tool for him and me.  When my parents split up when I was 11, I grabbed a handful of toys, blankets, and the clothes I wore on my back.  With me was my purple belt with Anniversary Mickey buckle.  Those toys and that buckle were my only connection to my dad in the time we didn’t see him.  When we would visit, he made sure my Mickey sheets and blankets were clean so it felt like home even in the lack of hearth.  Taking us to Disneyland was a great joy of his and even when money was tight, he made sacrifices to get us there.  To this day, every holiday and birthday card from him is Mickey in one form or another.   I cherish every one of them.

One of the most romantic gestures I remember was in the late 90’s, my boyfriend at the time, reached out to my dad to find a perfect Christmas present for me.  I didn’t know until after receiving my present, that my dad picked him up and they had gone shopping together to find something.  The gift was a Mickey plush with a Santa hat and I loved it, but more loved that these two important men in my life made a day bonding together in the sake of making me happy.

In Kindergarten, they expect you to choose a career path and share with the class.  At 5, I knew I wanted to grow up and become a Disney animator.  By 6, I knew that art talent was not in my future but I kept the goal of working for the Disney Company.  After many attempts to get hired from the age of 16, I put that dream on hold and was finally able to make it a possibility in 2006.  In October of that year, I was hired by the Disney Stores where I still currently work.  However, the realization of the achieved goal came about 3 weeks after my hire date.  On my very first paycheck, in the upper corner with the business return address was the mouse who started it all. 

A few of the more recent pieces from my collection.

A collection original piece.  Mickey's hands no longer move but the clock still plays "It's A Small World" when wound up.

More original pieces.  The big mug is missing it's red straw but that A.M. radio still works.

More original pieces.  Mickey Trapeze still flips around when the two white buttons are squeezed (1980's copyright on bottom).  Tall Mickey is the bank I put all my birthday money in as a kid.  Middle Mickey is a squeaky toy I used to annoy my sisters with.  And that is my still working wind up Mickey watch.  My older sister and I got them as Christmas presents in 1984.  She got the one with the red band.

San Francisco, Part Three- Almost Home

With all the recent adventuring, it was nice to take our third and fourth days in San Francisco at a much slower pace.  The big ticket items were out of the way now, so all that was left was things that felt more like running errands at home, but the fun kind of errands, not picking up the kids and then attempting to go peacefully to the grocery store with them, kind of errands.   We bounced around the cities south of San Fran, visiting some locations Little Boss and her dad frequented.  Day three gave us breakfast in Burlingame, animals in Palo Alto, and my favorite snack in a small University town.  The end of day three and the first half of day four were spent with family, not my own, though we gathered as if genealogical lines were blurred.

Our hotel butted up to the bay with a peaceful view.

The first task for the day was breakfast and Little Boss had picked a deceivingly filling main dish to start with.  Crepevine in the affluent town of Burlingame does not offer the wafer-thin crepes found at IHOP, but instead, layers their super-sized crepes with only top quality and carefully selected sweet and savory fillings.  The family run chain makes all their own sauces and dressings from scratch and their unique, rich flavors echo the homemade touch with every bite.  We each ordered our own meals but upon arrival we sighed about not ordering just one meal for the three of us.  Though the coffee was bottomless, I was far too full to enjoy a second cup.  The mug said family diner, but the coffee was better than that.  I later discovered they only serve organic, fair-trade coffee.  I should have guessed as table sugar wasn’t in the condiment carousel, but the brown, Raw sugar packets were.  Good coffee with an outdoor café layout made it hard to leave our table as the busier lunch crowd started to flow in.  L.B. had her endless list of places to take us so we sauntered our full bellies to the car and made our way toward San Mateo.   

Our tour of San Mateo brought us to Bambu, for Vietnamese drinks called Che, which I turned down due to the different textures not being appealing to me at all.  I’m already not a fan of boba, but the options at Bambu included jellied this and slimy that.  As my friends enjoyed their drinks, we hit our next stop which was more my speed, Antoine’s cookie shop.  That’s right, a whole shop dedicated to the perfect on-the-go dessert, freshly made each day.  The options for beverages there were the classic pairings; milk, coffee, or tea.  The flavors were all traditional with my eyes hovering over the most drool-inducing two, chocolate chip and peanut butter with chocolate chips.  The prices seemed right at about two dollars per two and a half inch cookie but after that ten dollar rare coffee from our day prior, I had to make some smart budgeting decisions.  Yesterday’s cookies were available for five dollars for a box of half dozen.  We found the one with my choices and some snickerdoodles and couldn’t keep the box lid closed all the way to the car.  They were superb.

We still had ample time to do a lot of nothing so we pulled up our secondary travel agent, Google, and did a little research about our surrounding points of interest.  We curled around to Menlo Park and stopped to the visit the Facebook headquarters.  Right out front is a bright blue Like symbol for tourist to come take photos with, however their parking lot was awkward and the attendants denied access to the bathrooms.  There were bicycle and helmet locations for employees like on the Walt Disney Studios lot and the staff were as young as you would imagine.  After a couple of quick snaps we swung around to Palo Alto where we spent the rest of the day. 

Google’s next stop for us meant we were now headed to meet a celebrity.  Bol Park is a sprawling park with a kids playground, walking trails, and community installed nature projects like the currently out of season vegetable garden that was put in by a local boys scout troop.  The park lines up against some homes.  Follow one path down, over a tiny wood planked bridge, and look to the right.  Barron Park, where current residents, Perry and Jenny reside, is a family then volunteer run pasture since 1934.  Josina and Cornelis Bol owned this land and cared for a small herd of donkeys until they both eventually passed away.  The donkeys were such a wonderful community enjoyed landmark, that the neighbors taxed themselves to help pay to care for the park and animals.  Original resident donkeys, Niner and Mickey have since passed away and Perry and Jenny are now the main attraction.  On Sundays the pasture within the park opens for meet and greets with the two famous donkeys, which have their own mail box for fan mail and fan art.  Do you recognize Perry?  His claim to real celebrity status comes from the movie Shrek.  Perry is the animal model used for the Eddie Murphy voiced Donkey in the Shrek franchise.    

Donkeys were not the only animal neighbors.

The playground honors the nearby residents with the addition of these toys named after them.

There were multiple sheds and shaded areas and lots of balls and toys.  These animals are well loved.

Mr. Hollywood and his pen mate never got close enough to the fence for us.  We will have to come back on a Sunday with our autograph books.

We had dinner plans to meet with L.B.’s dad in the evening so while we waited for the sun to start to set, we hit up a few more of the kind of time killers that I frequent when I’m at home.  There was a faded wooden outdoor mall where we stopped to walk about and found Books, Inc.   It was an organized but small bookstore featuring new titles, fun gifts, and lots of spinner racks dedicated to journals, some blank with pretty artsy covers, some with predetermined uses like daily goals or listing projects, but my Geek Meter hit plus ten when I came across Atari cartridge blank paged books.  They looked like the 80’s gaming cartridges but increase the size by double.  Though a good price, I passed them up and left with only a gift to share with Little One.   

Now our evening was to be spent on the streets surrounding Palo Alto University.  It is said to be a college town but it felt to me Main Street with its independently owned business, not loud bars and chain pizza joints.  Bell’s Books had a paneled, display window façade and the inside was filled ceiling high with vintage books and that dusty page smell.  They offered more to the Old World collector than the savvy college student, especially their prices, which is why I left empty handed.   Around the corner though, was a place that took my emptiness and filled it with rice and eel, Onigilly.  One of my favorite snacks is the easy to make but hard to find Japanese staple food, onigiri.  Made with warm sushi rice and wrapped in nori (dried seaweed), these rice balls are usually filled with salmon, sour plums, or any type of filling one could wish for.  There was only one restaurant by my house that used to sell this Japanese equivalent to peanut butter and jelly, but Kabuki on Ventura recently took onigiri off the menu.  L.B. knew my fondness for the treat and suggested this location that she had tried before.  The chef taking my order could see my excitement and we chatted while I read all the signs; organic, custom milled, local brown rice, high quality nori from Kyushu, Japan,  fresh, made to order, sustainable ingredients.  Looking around, all of the flatware was recyclable bamboo and recycled cardboard to-go boxes with separated recycle and compost bins for when you were finished eating.  We got three onigiri to share, as we had dinner coming up soon.  Though ume, sour pickled plums, were an option, I knew the plums tend to cause your cheeks to suck in on themselves, so I ordered for us; mushroom, snow crab, and unagi (freshwater eel with sauce).  With each bite, my smile grew.  A simple comfort food that I can’t find at home made me so happy that I ended up talking about it over dinner.

I bet you can smell this photo.  Some people love that smell, others are wrong.

Actual size was about a Shaq handful.  Glad we split them!

L.B.’s dad had invited us to join him for dinner at the Italian restaurant, Terún.  It was hard to tell where on the level from casual to fine dining this establishment stood, as the indoor seating area housed a bright and shiny chandelier and reservations were a must, however, we sat outside with white table cloth covered plastic furniture and the daily specials came on a single sheet of paper that we quickly greased up with our bread dipped in peppered oil fingers.  We ate family style, and I got to try a few new items.  I’d previously not had the creamy burrata cheese that a lot of my friends raved about.  It was good but not really the kind of cheese for my taste.  I enjoy feta or goat or even the tangy parmesan strips sprinkled on the beet gnocchi we shared.  That dish was noteworthy.  I would love to recreate the subtly sharp flavors and interesting color in my own kitchen.  For dessert, I opted for a foamy, warm cappuccino as the temperature began to dip with the sun.  Spending this time with L.B.’s dad gave more insight to L.B. through childhood anecdotes and the geographical and cultural upbringing of her family.  L.B. is someone I admire and hearing her dad speak so proudly of her, even when she was a little girl, gave me more to respect and love about her.  Dad wouldn’t let us part ways that night until we agreed to meet him and the large majority of his family for brunch and celebration the next day before we flew home.  After the enchanting evening we had, we couldn’t say no.

Prosciutto pizza and beet gnocchi.  Delish! 

Like a hug in a mug.

We met the next day at a very popular dim sum and seafood restaurant in an ornate building with walls of aquariums housing the day’s freshest menu items.  Inside, there was barely room to walk.  Trays of tiny boxed food lorded in the arms above you and carts of hot dishes danced between wait staff, leaving little space to move.  The constant offering of new items to the lazy Susan in the center of the tables had people playing offense with their heads, yet the loud conversations never skipped a beat.  L.B.’s family took up two tables in the back corner of the restaurant.  We got to meet almost every cousin, uncle, aunt, and anyone related to her and I immediately felt right at home.  Everyone was beyond welcoming.  I told them my food restrictions and they pointed out all of the beefless and soy free items, telling me to try every dish.  Even the younger shy cousins opened right up when YouTube and Disney became topics.  One mom leaned in and asked me if I really knew what the kids were talking about as she had zero idea.  I laughed and told her of course I did.  I dabble in a little of everything so I can always meet a stranger and turn them into a friend.  The family loved how I made the usually reserved children interact and the tables erupted with noise.  I knew then, this wasn’t about the fast flinging food.  This was an amazing opportunity to be involved with a loving family that wanted to share their culture and “home” with two people who were very important to their L.B.  We were also here to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival/Harvest Moon Festival or Moon Festival, which has many traditions but mostly it is to eat and be with family.   The holiday is treated like a Thanksgiving for the end of a good harvest season and it falls on a night with a full moon so moon gazing is often a part of the celebration.  Mooncakes are made and shared among family to symbolize with their round shape, completeness and reunion.  The pastry, more than a cake, is made from a red bean or lotus seed paste filling with a salty yolk center, encased in a crust, to be cut into wedges and consumed while drinking tea.  They are often given as gifts as the Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the four most important Chinese celebrations.  Our mooncake was cut for us and my palate was not used to the thick and heavy consistency of the paste inside.  However, I’m pretty confident I drank a whole pot of green tea by myself.  Before we left, L.B.’s dad offered to share something he was carrying on him.  It was a mochi dessert, but not a flavor I’d had before like chocolate or matcha, but the infamously death-smelling fruit known as durian.  I had not tried the real thing as I’d never been given an opportunity to but this seem like a safer way of consumption anyway, especially as I was going to be boarding a plane full of close proximity, recycled air breathing people in a few hours.  Not much smell emitted from the package once he’d broken the seal so my friend, dad, and I each quickly put one in our mouths.  Not bad.  But dad didn’t want to hold onto the package with only one piece left in it.  I took one for the team and ate another mochi.  This time, a shredded coconut texture was more noticeable in the outer layer of the piece.  I’d had enough adventurous food for a while now.

Not my photo.  The flying hands in the dim sum restaurant left no time for photos.

On our way to the airport, we made a stop at a little macaron shop, serving seasonally flavored confections and offering tea and coffee.   Chantal Guillon hand makes fresh macarons daily and they ship them all over the country.  L.B. knew about this place as her mom ordered her some for her birthday one year.  They displayed towers of cookies sold for weddings and events that were too beautiful to stand near.  My friends placed orders for themselves and I got a couple of small boxes as souvenirs.  We stopped at one other bookstore prior to grabbing macarons and I was about to get myself and some friends souvenirs there as well.  Feldman’s Books is a mix of used and new books but the genres were pinpointed so well that it was easy to shop, not overwhelming.  It was almost as if it was farcical.  Hobbies; Sports; Golf; Books by specific golfers.  I expected to see another sub topic called Golfers that shop at Aldi and are left handed.   I wasn’t there looking for anything  specific but found a book I didn’t know I needed and got it with intent to thumb through as we flew home but that never happened. 

San Francisco, its idyllic climate, its eclectic people, its rich history, will always bring me back for more.  Musicians write dreamy songs, wistful movie are made, and even with its high rents and potential earthquake vexation, there is something magical and ever beckoning about San Francisco.   It is not one thing but the glamour and mystery within the city lights below you as you fly home that call out, “Until next time”.

San Francisco, Part Two- New Adventures

Now that visiting the Walt Disney Family Museum has been done, I can check a much more commonly seen Bucket List item off; walking the entire length of the Golden Gate Bridge.  The majestic bridge that connects the San Francisco Peninsula and Marin County is comprised of six lanes, the US 101 and California 1, made of steel, and only charges a toll to southbound vehicles these days unlike when pedestrians were charged from the time of its opening in 1937 until December 1970.  The bridge is named after the Golden Gate Strait, the entrance to the San Francisco Bay from the ocean, not for its bold International Orange color, although the color serves multiple functions including safety, recently added anti-corrosion zinc for protection, and being eye catching by land, sea, or air.  Before meeting this next goal of mine, my travel companions wanted to make an on-the-way quick stop at Lands End, which I’d heard it’s tale before and it didn’t remember until later.

Lands End is a multi-terrain park with hiking trails, gorgeous coastal views, and a collection of historical stories around every curvy highway turnout.  As you park in the lot, three things dominate the surrounding views: the rocky shore meeting the Pacific with a geometrically quizzical layout of concrete ruins, behind us, windswept trees and wildflowers that guide you towards multiple trails, and to our side was the Lookout and Visitors Center.  We never ended up making our way down to the ruins but instead, took off to the trails for a breathtaking view of the Golden Gate Bridge.  On this side of the hilly cliffs, it is said that at low tide, battleships can be seen in the distant waters.  More reminders of the importance San Fran played for the military.  After a few snapshots, we made our way to the visitors center, which is made up of equal parts views, education, gift shop, and cafe.  Inside the center the truth of the ruins beneath us was revealed.  In its heyday, the seaside ruins were known as Sutro Baths, a massive indoor water park.  When it opened in 1896, the privately owned saltwater baths was the largest of its kind.  Named after the millionaire who designed it and the Cliff House just up the road, Adolph Sutro created the family owned amusement park with a museum and restaurants that could house up to 25,000 guests at a time.  After the Great Depression and other mostly unavoidable issues, the baths were turned into an ice skating rink.  The rink was not able to gain enough revenue to keep the place in business so in the 1960’s the plan was to demolish and make way for apartments but as the ranger in the center told me in a voice of suspicion, a fire of unknown origin completed the demo work in no time flat, leaving behind the haunting ruins we see today.  Stories like that fascinate me but this one had an air of Deja vu.  I had read an article on the baths not too long ago and made a mental note to add it to my bucket list.  Yet the short article didn’t mention the baths were also the center focus of a pioneer civil rights case the year after it opened, preventing amusement parks from discriminating against people of color.  The Dibble Act of 1897 was used in only a handful of cases after the Sutro Baths case and then quickly forgotten for 50 years. 

The Sutro Baths ruins

Postcard capturing the baths in their heyday.

View of the Golden Gate from the trails at Lands End.  Battleships appear at low tide.

A large original view of the Cliff House and surrounding amusement and transportation hubs.

San Francisco’s incomparable past continues to our next adventure, the Golden Gate Bridge.  While completing the end to end round trip I noticed the vast amount of languages spoken and levels of manners, seeing that people on bicycles were the rudest when it came to expecting “me first” treatment.  At this time northbound side is the only available non-motorized pathway to explore.  This makes the most sense for tourist as this offers unobstructed views of Alcatraz, the impressive and varied landscape that makes up the San Francisco Bay and City, and the quilt-like colors of the waters meeting each other from different depths and temperatures.  Every five feet was a new photo opportunity as even the smallest variation told a different story to the viewer.  I found myself enthralled by the era appropriate art deco angles of the steel, the structural simplicity of the suspension cables that are the visible metaphor for endurance, and the ebb and flow of the hardened roads and girders with the breeze of the sea air and salt induced oxidation leaving negative space in the metal under my elbows.  Unfortunately this adventure was not without a sad reminder.  The bridge is the grim site of over 1700 suicides since its opening in the late 1930’s.  Currently, a great effort is being made to keep this number from growing as they are installing a netted barrier that should be completed in 2021.  This will hopefully also put an end to the need for crisis phone numbers posted in multiple places including the parking lot, nightly rounds by law enforcement, and the closing of the bridge in the evenings to bipeds.  After completing the nearly three and a half mile circuit, we took a breather at the Welcome Center and caught up on a few more details about the bridge before seeking the next important adventure; lunch and coffee.

West of the bridge view.

Under the bridge.

There is not a lot of room on the 1.7 mile path but bicyclists think they own it all.

Cable closeup.

Alcatraz, The Bay and City.

A marvel from the past.

End credits.

This postcard is a replica of the souvenir tickets that were given out when they finally opened up that Golden Gate.  Each postcard is sequentially numbered as it was in the past. 

I doubt a desperate person would listen to a few signs but at least steps are being made to prevent further tragedy.

Fun Facts.

As recommended by my more city-versed friends, we bound for the Ferry Building Marketplace that once served as the go-to terminal for water transportation in the area, but as the Golden Gate Bridge opened and the increase of cars hit the road, the building took in fewer passengers and more tourists.  The Ferry Building offers many sit down restaurants including the Hog Island Oyster Company, where our lunch of chowder, oysters, and local Fort Bragg brewed beer was had while the line built up outside for the popular venue, and many food vendors such as several enticing chocolate and sweet shops, butchers, fishmongers, wine and oil shops, bakeries, and a fungus shop with a grow your own mushroom mini-farm.  Two places caught my eye, the Blue Bottle Coffee shop and the Imperial Tea Court.  The Tea Court was a replica Chinese tea shop with an apothecary wall of green, brown, and red dust-filled jars and the smell of dirt in your teeth when you breathe deep.  This is my Chanel No. 5.  The assistant behind the counter pulled bottle after bottle off the wall for me to inhale.  My friends looked on with intrigue as the man and I spoke the similar foreign language you would hear as a novice at a vineyard.  “Where is this tea from, what are the notes, is it a form of nightshade”, and he answered to the best of his knowledge.  I left with a light, anise-hinted green tea named “Dragon Whiskers” that I brewed in a cast iron kettle when I returned home much later.  It was even lighter than I expected so I may add a little Sencha to the next brew.

I kept hearing a weird rapid ticking sound.  Constantly flipping over, this sign gives times and information to those on their way out to the pier.

Prior to my tea sommelier session, we stopped at Blue Bottle for a special couple of coffee.  We’re on vacation so let the adventure continue.  As we approached the counter, my pals ordered easy drinks, a cold brew coffee and an iced latte.  I have had Blue Bottle coffee before and know that they take the brewing process and origins of their coffee very seriously.  With this in mind, I left the ordering up to the barista.  I asked what was good and what his recommendation was and his response was the Guatemalan coffee.  He informed me it was very rare and only available for a limited time… and ten dollars for a cup.  Adventures can get expensive but I took his recommendation, waited for my freshly brewed dark beauty, and took a sip, black, before sweetening.  The guava flavor was the most potent and longest lasting.  It only required the tiniest bit of raw sugar and creamer as it was a soft flavor throughout.  But even at ten dollars and beautifully flavored, it was still the first cup of coffee I’d had that day and we were pushing late afternoon already so it lasted long enough to walk the nearby independent bookstore and a few bites into a shared sweet treat with friends.

The three amigos made way to our hotel to relax and take in a light evening after two non-stop days.  A local beer for me and a cocktail for one of the girls, we all chatted up the next day’s agenda in the peaceful bar patio.  After a while, Little Boss and I were getting kind of hungry while our friend opted to head back to the room for R and R, so like teenagers sneaking out late at night, L.B. and I had one finally adventure together.  I had mentioned to her how Los Angeles is known for being so culturally diverse yet finding a traditional Japanese restaurant was the ultimate Hide and Seek game I’d been losing for years.  Just like that, she knew exactly where we were having dinner for two.  Mokutanya sounds like the island Moana is from but it is a traditional Japanese yakitori and ramen house.  I was stoked the second we walked in and they had us remove our shoes and shuffle down the porcelain tile walkway to our seats on the floor.  The option for Western style dining was available in a small section away from the tile path.  Each night a different special was offered and tonight’s was exotic meat specials.  The list had some unique offerings and L.B. and I glanced over the options with an agreed upon adventurer mindset of no repeats.  If we had had it before, it was out.  Bye bye buffalo.  See ya later, Alligator.  Too bad belly and bones.  We almost went for the silkworms and the snake but the reptile was pricey and we came for dinner, not cocktail style bugs.  To go with our decisions we got a fried rice ball, eggplant that was too spicy for me, potato cakes, chicken meatballs, and eel, which is my favorite dish when going for sushi.  Finally we ordered; Boar, Camel, and Kangaroo.  All good choices according to our waitress who laughed with us as we pointed out misspellings on the menu.  When everything arrived we were ready.  The boar was good but nothing special stood out about it, as I expected.  The kangaroo was tough like a stew meat cooked incorrectly but edible.  The camel was out of this world.  I don’t usually eat beef but this was equivalent to the tenderest steak I’d ever had and I’ve been raving about it since.

Chairs and tables available.  Shoes are left in a cubby nearby.

The booth behind us.  There is a hole under the table to place your feet down but I never did.  I loved the whole experience.

Eggplant and rice ball with dried seaweed.

From the bottom up, camel, kangaroo, chicken meatballs, boar, eel, and potato on the dish with the sauce.

With full bellies and giggles galore, we came back to our hotel and tried not to disturb our friend as she slept. Two full days of exploration, goal accomplishing, and memory making fun is behind us already.  Please join me for part three and the last of our adventures in San Francisco. 

San Francisco has art installations all over the city.  Just outside of the Ferry Building was a huge polar bear and this bow and arrow in front of the Oakland Bay Bridge reminds me of the Legend of Zelda hero, Link.