Where to begin? I guess I can put this trip into distinct themes:
Mom EatingDad DrinkingKaraokeMe Trying to Take Facebook Profile-Ready Pics of MyselfProstitutesLet's start with
Mom Eating:
This picture also overlaps with
Dad Drinking, but since it doesn't show any actual beverages, it can go into
Mom Eating. We were sharing a table with a family from New Jersey (a far cry from people like The Situation, it turns out! How refreshing that normal people live on the east coast too).
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| Chinese restaurant first night out - one bottle of wine down! |
This isn't really Mom eating, it's kind of the opposite actually, but it didn't fit into the
Prostitute theme either, so here it is. We were at the SFMOMA (if you don't know what that stands for, you obviously don't care about it, so don't worry either way).
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| "Art" |
Here we are at an Italian restaurant eating crab melts. Don't ask me how that is Italian or vegan.
Authentic Mexican food! Thanks to Lonely Planet, we found a taqueria with veggie tacos (no al pastor, unfortunately) and an older man from Israel who lived in the Mission district confirmed that this was the best taco place. Too bad I didn't get his picture!
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| We aren't entirely comfortable eating food that is so authentic in such a very Mexican environment after such a "unique" bus ride, but if we get pie later it's okay. |
My personal favorite. This is at a vegetarian restaurant on the marina where we feasted on veggie stuff and drank peach sangria. Yum!
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| I really wish you wouldn't post this on the internet. |
Our last night we somehow got coerced into going to another Italian restaurant, which didn't even have crab melts! We had meant to go to a tapas place, but a very convincing multi-lingual Italian lady wearing a business suit with shorts (can you say "hottie"?) told us if we didn't sit down she'd never friend us on Facebook, so you can see we really had no choice.
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| Carb-loading for the plane ride tomorrow. Slippery elm be damned! |
Dad Drinking:Just realized this category could also be combined with
Prostitutes. Wow, this just keeps getting better!
Here we are in a Chinese bakery around 9:30pm on Friday night. Mom reaaalllllyyyy wanted to try karaoke (Neither of them had ever done that! Can you imagine?) so we were discussing which '70s hits we wanted to sing. Of course, "Muskrat Love" was the first thing we all thought of. Here are both of them laughing hysterically about the lyric: "Sam is sleazy and Sally is easy." I mean, I know a lot of people did drugs back then, but that's a surprisingly coherent use of rhyme and contemporary slang.
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| OMG LOL |
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| We're way beyond knee-slapping here |
There was a bad-termpered Chinese woman trying to run her bakery, and at some point she yelled at them, scowling, "Ha ha so funny!" I'm sorry if that sounds like a caricature, but it actually happened.The next day, Dad needed a caffeine fix (shocker), and waited thirty minute in line for a Blue Bottle mocha, which is frankly confusing, because who ever heard of coffee in a bottle? Here he is with is $4.50 hard-won prize.
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| Dish d'lish |
And finally, our last night in the "big city" at said Italian restaurant. Clearly, Dad was already friends with the hottie Italian dictator woman on Facebook because he ordered two (half) bottles of wine! Finally, a beverage that actually comes in the container as advertised.
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| Dad, wasted. |
Well, you're going to have to wait for the other three categories. However, this was a nice warm-up, don't you think?
