adventures in San Francisco: Telegraph Hill
So I am new to the city, so I will be doing some touristy things. But not act like an idiot tourist, which 99% of tourists do. I can’t help but compare it to New York, as I do with all cities. And it’s not like I am one of those people who refuse to believe anything outside of NYC is worthwhile (I mean I moved 3000 miles away, didn’t I?) but it is my frame of reference because I grew up with that as my reference as “the city”.
Place: Pier 39
What it is: kind of like South Street Sea Port, but a little more spread out and way more clam chowder restaurants. Lots of shitty souvenir shops and Alcatraz prison striped t-shirts. Lovely. I was there to chaperone a trip. Safe to say that there is no need to go back.
Place: Telegraph Hill neighborhood
What it is: a totally bougie neighborhood. I think I have a real estate fetish. I love looking at city properties and possibly even peeking inside to see the decor. These places are fucking amazing and I can only dream.
Place: Lombard Street
What it is: I was trying to avoid it because it was totally touristy, but I was oddly drawn to it because I SECRETLY wanted to see the San Francisco Real World house. Yes, remember the days when The Real World was interesting? Ah, those were the days….Judd lamenting over his crush on a Republican…Cory crying after a hard day’s work at Nordstrom’s….Rachel running around in babydoll dresses and bike shorts…Anyway, it’s the crookedest street in the world. And in a fairly not busy neighborhood, there were tourists crawling all over it, which, if I lived there (and was paying millions), I’d be pretty pissed. Sure, I guess you could call me a toursit, but I wasn’t letting my bratty kids crawl over the front porches and taking pics.
If you’re hangin’ around Telegraph Hill, go to Mama’s (NE corner of Washington Square) for breakfast!
Comment by Dwanollah — September 19, 2007 @ 2:53 pm