A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to travel to San Francisco for work – it was my first time visiting California! Typically, I don’t really see much of the cities I travel to when I’m working, but the time difference allowed me an hour to myself in the afternoon. Hotel Griffon (where I stayed) is right on the Embarcadero, so I took that extra hour to visit the San Francisco Ferry Building. I would have loved to see the Golden Gate Bridge, but it was pretty far away from the area I was in.
The Ferry Building had so many cute specialty stops and everything was so charming. I got a Root Beer Float and watched commuters hop on their ferry home. There is also a pier right by the Ferry Building that you can walk for a great view of Oakland. I took an alternate route back to my hotel so I could see some live trolley action. I can’t believe they are functional! I snapped the picture of the trolley head on while I was walking across the crosswalk – risking my life for the dang picture.
The two dinners I had were actually mediocre, but I had an amazing lunch and phenomenal happy hour! I was so hungry when I arrived at the hotel and I ended up ordering a burger at the hotel restaurant. #RookieMistake Once I was refueled I met up with my team and we went to a restaurant called Town Hall. It has a light, airy vibe and my co-workers meals both looked (and smelled) sooooo good. My envy was palpable and I’ll never order at the hotel restaurant again. That night we had drinks with a client at The Morris, a super swanky bar in the industrial district. I took a picture and texted it to Jordan because if we ever find ourselves in SF I want to take him here for a drink. The mixologist was incredibly talented – truly an artist. I ordered the Gin Daisy. The vermouth scared me a little, but it ended up being quite enjoyable and the most beautiful dusty pink color (that matters). I wanted so badly to take a picture, but that’s questionably unprofessional ;)
While on my flight home as I was reflecting on my time in San Francisco, I realized that the entire trip (airport included) I saw five children…maybe. It was so odd! Is it because San Francisco is such a progressive city that people aren’t having children? Or maybe their just raising them in the suburbs? I really don’t know, but I’d like to, so if you have an inside scoop fill me in. Please!
Next time I fly into SFO, I’m hoping I’ll be on my way to wine country. And I’m also hoping that I won’t be in the middle row. The next time you fly into SFO, please get lunch at Town Hall and dinner at The Morris. Cheers!