One of the perks of Rick’s insane amount of travel is that he accumulates points: points for hotels, points for airfare, and points for car rentals. That means that our family gets to benefit in a fun way, which is great because it can be pretty hard to have Rick gone so much. We’ve used these points to do a fun little family jaunt to Moscow, Idaho to eat the best pizza on earth. We’ve used them to go, just Rick and me, to Chicago for a few days. We’re using them in March for a week long family adventure in New York City and Washington DC. And Rick and I just got back last night from using them for a three-day getaway to San Francisco.
Before this weekend, the last memories I had of being in San Francisco involved trying to find a private spot in the very public dressing room of Fritzi’s Factory Outlet as a teenage girl. So I was super glad to get newer, more positive experiences to outweigh the image of that lady wearing only her underwear and nylons.
Ever since Rick started traveling to the Bay Area for work, he’s wanted to share the experience with me. So during the past several weeks, we excitedly planned our itinerary. San Francisco is a land far, far away. It’s the Land of Bread and Cronuts. There’s SO much to do (and eat) and we only had three days and two nights to fit everything in. Rick’s parents came and stayed with the kiddos, and early Thursday morning, we hit the ground running.
After landing and (luckily) getting an early check-in to the hotel, Rick took me to his favorite grocery store for lunch. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was less like a grocery store with a deli, and more like a delicious restaurant that happened to also sell groceries. The meats were fresh-cooked and ranged in color from golden to chestnut, and their fatty juices filled our mouths and coated our lips with their salty-sweet flavors. The bread was all I could hope for in a San Francisco sourdough: crisp and bubbly on the outside, soft and chewy inside with a definite—but also mild—sourdough kick. Then we walked down a few stores to heaven on earth. The home of the cronut. Trust me on this. You NEED this in your life. A mix between a croissant and a donut, it is layers of flaky, chewy deliciousness, and I’m pretty sure this celestial treat was a revelation from God.
By the end of that night, we’d visited Coit Tower, the Painted Ladies, Lombard Street, Jack London Square in Oakland, and Ghirardelli Square back in San Francisco. We stuffed ourselves with all sorts of goodness, from the world’s best cobb salad to the extreme decadence of Ghirardelli’s ice-cream-and-salted-caramel-brownie sundae.