Japantown to the Mission District (5/30-31)

Moving Day! After deciding we were taking up far too much of Magnus's "me" time, Magnus tactfully asked us to leave. It was our fifth day; who could blame him. We did leave with a little parting gift though--remember the Before?


The After:



Ah. Makes me feel clean.


I couldn't do anything about his closet. A girl can only do so much.


What's that? You're looking for a grille that has dollar signs written in rhinestones? Why, it's the strangest thing!


I saved that tidbit about Magnus's grille for you until after we'd left...I didn't want you to prejudge him or anything. It's cool guys, I only saw him wear it in public once. It might also be safe to tell you now that he loves the new Melrose Place, candy and any romantic comedy you might throw his way. Single alert!

Once again we tried braving the chill and exploring Golden Gate Park. This is the view of the California Academy of Sciences, recently redesigned by Renzo Piano, from across the Music Concourse. It's beautiful, and the museum is a lovely place, but we came too late this time around to go inside.






The De Young Museum is across the Concourse. We also missed it. (Note: arrive earlier than 5 p.m. if you actually want to, you know, visit.)


Then we headed over to Manny's, where we'd stay the rest of our trip. He's a former coworker of mine who moved to the Bay Area. This is Manny.


Here's his room. In case you were interested, Manny's taste in movies is a little different. We watched Dumb & Dumber the first night. It was hilarious! I did not expect that. One of his roommates, Stephanie, had an impromptu dinner party that she welcomed us to join, so we did.




More on that room later. In the meantime, Lauren and I went to hunt down some food. First of ly, I had to find an ATM, which resulted in the creepiest hunt-for-an-ATM-in-a-hospital-in-the-mist ever. The only photographic evidence I have from that period is a shot from inside the lobby (I'm pretty sure we had to go inside some dude's office to get to the ATM).


Luckily, we made it out and found our way to Farolito Taqueria, another recommendation from yet another former coworker. Are you aware of the LA vs. SF Mexican food feud? I might be making this up, but I believe there's this ongoing battle of Mexican cuisine in the two regions. San Francisco's known for their big burritos. Naturally, we had to try it.



My torta--I couldn't stomach a burrito, but I tried some of Lauren's.


I'm not biased or anything, I'm just saying Mexican food in San Francisco sucks. Los Angeles Mexican food blows it out of the Bay! But let's not argue. I'd much rather have peace in this world (and all other worlds). That's why I'm leaving you with this photo taken back at Manny's. Remember I said I'd tell you more about Manny's room? This was on his closet door. Ladies, you'd better act fast!

San Francisco Day 4 (5/29)

Ever been to the Ferry Building in the Embarcadero? It's a loooong building...by the ferry...with lots of little foodie shops. Like Faneuil Hall in Boston. Or Costco on the weekends.


At Joy's suggestion Lauren and I headed over to the Cowgirl Creamery inside, an artisan cheese shop. In other words, I was in heaven. We had a very helpful lady who discussed cheeses with us and we ended up with a variety of wedges. All we needed to do was get a loaf of crusty bread from Acme Bakery next door and we had lunch!



From left to right, San Andreas (semi-firm sheep's milk), Ewe's Blue (a sheep's milk blue made in the style of Roquefort), Mt. Tam (the creamery's award-winning signature cow's milk) and Fenacho (a semi-firm goat's milk). I happen to have a deep affinity to sheep's milk cheeses; they are always so earthy and complex. I loved the Ewe's Blue, but I could have eaten my way through the entire shop. The Creamery's Library of Cheeses is a great place to go drool--thanks for the recommendation, Joy!



Lauren dragged me into some hotel nearby and we sneaked on to the glass elevator. Pressing all the buttons! It did have a nice view.


Tomorrow: Lauren and Christine move to the Mission!

Exploratorium.

And on the third day, God made the Exploratorium at the Palace of Fine Arts. And we paid homage to this king of buildings, and it was good.

If you think I'm exaggerating, you've never been to the Exploratorium. How can I describe it to you? It's like you walk into a room and suddenly you've been given the gift of magic. Only instead of magic, it's SCIENCE.

1. Remember those 4x5 objets d'art you'd find next to the Newton's cradle in fancy offices, with those pins that conformed to whatever shape was pushed into it? And more often than not, that meant your 6-year-old face? Well, there's one of those at the Exploratorium. Only, it's a table.




2. If you've ever been curious to see what ice crystals look like as they form (and let's face it, who hasn't), feel free to pour a warm shock of water over a very cold glass table and watch it freeze before your very eyes.




3. Hey! It turns out, if you put a mirror underneath a bowl of water and cup some air between your hand and the surface of the water, the reflection of the water looks like you're cupping a handful of water in your dry hands!!


4. Giant bubble wall.


5. Jostling aside the 5th graders on their field trips is an unfortunate necessity. But we can't all hog the cool lights, and they've got to learn manners somehow!


6. Since we all secretly loved bullying in elementary school, relive fond memories by posing with a friend at the end of a mirror! Look Ma, a wedgie!


7. Appear even taller than usual, or tall in general (and especially tall next to children)!


8. When you convince your friend to "just try it, it'll be fun," stand on the other side, wait for her to head toward the shoe and then scream when she touches it. You know, to mix things up a little.


9. Discover the joys behind hidden treats like musical water fountains.




10. Heck, you might as well go all out and make the cafeteria food look better than it tastes or even more expensive than it costs!


11. Giant bubbles.


12. Giant bubbles.


13. Impress your friends by learning the nuances connecting Hokusai and rubber duckies.


14. Wander around outside to look at the mallards and the buildings.








15. Take pictures with your friends.


16. Get suckered into eating at an adorable Euro-style eatery in North Beach.


Congratulations! In 16 short steps you've spent a memorable, exciting third day in San Francisco and unlocked the key to your imagination with science. Tune in next time when we ask, is stupid as really as stupid does it as? Is?

p.s. Prepare to have your mind blown. This is Ladle Rat Rotten Hut.

San Francisco Day 2: Flowers, Facial Hair and Pizza (5/27)

Magnus lives on a sweet little street in Japantown. There are trees outside his window, elderly people live in most of the apartments, and the lobby has an old-fashioned gate. This is his charming, peaceful view.


And this is how he repays it.


OK, so he's a bachelor. He can't cook. And he is rather tidy, at least judging from his bathroom. Oh, and his fridge.

Also, we stocked the orange juice.

I mean, seriously??


Notice the paper bag/trash can. In the sink.

Needless to say, we went out. A lot.

On our first full day, Magnus recommended a crepe place nearby, so we boogied on over and bought ourselves what we thought would be a nice little snack savored delicately on our forks. Then we were given this.


Nutella, strawberries, and vanilla bean gelato in a crepe cone. Messier than it looks and even better than it sounds.

After our dainty breakfast we took the bus over to Golden Gate Park, stopping in a place we'd only driven by before: the Conservatory of Flowers.


But first, silliness.




So there we were, done taking our weirdo snapshots and all ready to go inside, when something caught my eye. I paused.


Lauren, look! It's a couple dressed in the height of Victorian fashion! How quaint! Wait till they get a little closer!

Then I froze.

Ladies and gentleman, the award for the world's craziest facial hair goes to the gentleman in the top hat!


And I'm pretty sure that was a little daisy at the end of it.

When we picked up our jaws enough to go inside, we saw how lovely the Conservatory actually is. The entire building categorizes its plants by environment and divides the room into these microclimates, so one place would be cool and shady and the next oppressively humid.



Unfortunately we couldn't disturb the plants too much, otherwise I definitely would have climbed in there and pulled a Kate from LOST hiding from the smoke monster. No? Too much?







Uh, am I the only one who never thought about how pineapples grow? Because holy cow, how adorable are pineapple plants??








We then moved into the tropical room.


And this is what happened immediately to my glasses.


They had this eerie giant tank in the middle of the room that was murky and covered with lotus leaves, so you wouldn't be able to tell an alligator or Jason Voorhees was lurking in it until too late.









We left to find an even colder, foggier city than before.


The only thing to do, then, was find pizza. And thanks to my coworkers Natalie and Drew, boy, did we ever find some. Escape from New York Pizza is a place wars could be fought over. Hearts broken. Wallets emptied.

"The Gourmet": spinach, feta, sun-dried tomatoes and artichokes. In the background, a slice of pesto.


Then the holy grail of pizzas: "You Say Potato." Thin slices of potato and whole cloves of roasted garlic over a pesto base.


The crust was wonderfully crisp, not soggy or laden down. The toppings themselves were fresh and flavorful, and service was fast. Cash only is how you know it's good. That was some of the best pizza of my life.

Afterward we stumbled into the San Francisco Giant Robot, where there was a gallery of artwork devoted to pencil as a medium.


Now I can't get the pizza out of my head. Oh man. That pizza. I burn, I pine, I perish! Here, in case you forgot:


I leave you now with a video taken at some point that day, recapping an experience Lauren and I had had a few minutes prior. That one "heyooo" heard in the beginning is a reminder of the egregious use we made of that word during our trip. Like, every hour. It was awesome.