I’ve never been to San Francisco, so like Henry, was really excited about this trip. There is so much to see and do and it’s a great walking city – one of the things that Henry is very good at…. with me trailing behind him…. (I have reminded him that his legs are at least a foot longer than mine, but to no avail! I’m old and lazy, apparently…)
So we land and pick up our luggage in a short time. I lead Henry outside to grab a limo – I figure the setup is like Toronto’s – limos in a line like cabs to take you in comfort where you want to go. All of the drivers are holding signs – amazingly, none of them say, “Christie, where would you like to go?” So we walk down to the line of yellow cabs, with Henry trailing behind, saying, “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” Well, kind of….sort of….
At hotel and unpacked – Henry is a good roommate – he likes things put away and NEVER loses anything!!! Brian and I think he’s got his first nickel ratholed away!!! At this point, he’s starving. Right! Off we go to the Embarcadero. There is a huge refurbished building with a market in it – there’s beautiful cheese shops, organic hippie stuff, delis with delicious looking salads, gluten free bakeries (no go there!), but nothing for the chicken nugget/pizza man…. (I’m reminded of the GREAT CHICKEN NUGGET CAPER – see earlier blog, Food, Glorious Food!!) At this point, I’m thinking just a croissant to hold him over – we find a bakery with lovely macaroons in every colour, but NO croissants! What the hell?!!! We’re now desperate… He’s got the same look on his face he used to get as a little guy when he was frustrated….
Eureka!! We find a hamburger joint as we’re leaving… We order chicken fingers with fries (they’re hand dipped and real chicken – not sure whether he’ll like them or not – they’re back up…) and a hamburger, plain. Oh – and a glass of rose for me… It finally comes, he’s eaten half the hamburger, puts it down and it falls ON THE FLOOR!!!! Oh my freaking God! I’m halfway between wanting to laugh and scream – he’s got a look on his face like he’s about to cry… I immediately spring into action…. SUPER MOM!!!! to the rescue. Tell him to eat “my” fries and chicken fingers, while I go and order another hamburger…. (oh – and another rose…. I never said I was perfect….)