My son and I just returned from San Francisco and, as predicted here, the Giants dropped two to the Brewers. Friday night was a debacle and today was worse (I needn’t go into detail, read the Sunday sports page). My son asked many questions about baseball and life, and we talked through some of the stickier issues of the infield fly rule and why passing gas in front of girls might not be his best choice – all the important issues of life.
We found the House of Nanking. I had heard great things about it and all were true. It may be some of the finest Chinese food we have ever tasted. We were seated, but given no menus. The chef came to our table when he heard that we were first timers and looked at us for a minute, then said, “I’ll take care of you.” He proceded to send dish after dish to our table and we feasted on all the things we like. So there you go – great Chinese food that was prepared by a mind reader.
We also went out to the WWII bunkers on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge – loads of interesting fun that seems to be the best kept secret. My son thought this was one of his greatest days ever. We then walked around the city (primarily Fisherman’s Wharf and Market district). We also took time to visit a couple of bookstores.
We had a great time and have many memories that will last us until we go again next year. We talked all the way home (a six hour drive – stopping for Chinese food for dinner again tonight). It is a source of both joy and amazement that my son still (not only tolerates, but) likes to hang out with me.
