San Francisco, I love you!

One of my favorite getaways is visiting Superwoman in San Francisco. I was sad to see her leave Philly back in ’05, but she loves her new home and is a most amazing hostess and guide.

trips past

During past visits, we’ve seen the required tourist sites, traipsed around a goat farm and had a cheese class in the loft of its barn, hiked around Mt. Tam, ending up at the German Tourist Club, gone ollalie berry picking, taken a mole cooking class, explored many neighborhoods, and drunk countless cups of coffee, glasses of wine, and pints of beer.

This trip started with the traditional soup bowl of nonfat latte. It’s completely ridiculous.

bowl o latte

We drove over the Golden Gate Bridge and up to Petaluma in search of cheese. Somewhere between Petaluma and Sonoma is the Green String farm stand. Friendly people, preserves stored in antique furniture, jazz on the record player, and a gorgeous backdrop.

Green String Farm

One final cheese stop at Vella, and on to lunch at El Molino Central. Good mole!

El Molino Central

After eating, we switched from cheese mode to wine mode and did a few tastings: Robledo, Schug, and Gloria Ferrer.

View from Gloria Ferrer

Then back to town for happy hour and an event that shall remain unnamed.

happy hour

On Friday morning we had a few errands, so we got our ridiculous lattes to go.

Then we toured the Anchor Brewing Company and learned about steam beer, stopped by the kitchen of Kika’s Treats and learned about cheese bread, and ended the night at AT&T ballpark, where we learned about Giants fans (they like Panda hats).

Kika's kitchen

Saturday was the required trip to the Ferry Building market. But first we fortified ourselves with ridiculous lattes.

latte showdown at Ritual

Upon arrival, we ate a ridiculous breakfast of chilaquiles.

chilaquiles

Then we bought some ridiculous garlic.

Superwoman inspects the elephant garlic

And looked at ridiculous cabbage.

torpedo cabbage

We ended the market trip by purchasing a ridiculous amount of cheese from Cowgirl Creamery.

Cowgirl Creamery haul

It’s very tiring, doing these ridiculous things, so we went back to Superwoman’s apartment and enjoyed some Sauvignon Blanc on the patio. From there you can see a glimpse of the bay while listening to streetcars, foghorns, and wild parrots.

Filbert Street

Though I didn’t leave my heart there (I think it might be in Philly WTH?), I did leave some sights unseen and some wine undrunk, guaranteeing a speedy return.