I saw a sign that I thought was funny. Engrish always is right?
While I thought that was funny, and took to getting a shot of it, either Aaron or Ryan picked up on another sign…
Since when did “remodeling” mean “we have rats or some other disease carrying vermin and this isn’t our first warning so we are shutdown until we can prove to the city that our restaurant isn’t going to kill or sicken our paying customers”?
I love sushi. Like, really love sushi. And normally in a situation like this I would be thinking, “Oh my G-d, what if I had eaten here?!” Luckily, there is Yelp…
Our last day in San Francisco found us back at the Department of Motor Vehicles. But before we ran our last errand in The City, I picked up breakfast for us from Sugar Café. We shared a Cinnamon Pecan Brioche and a Dark & White Chocolate Brioche. They were very tasty. Too tasty. Ryan and I decided that they spelled certain death should we make that a regular breakfast.
Cafe Sugar is a neat little café. It feels like it belongs in Los Angeles with its modern furnishings and a tiny bit pretentious employees. The menu is full what read to be pretty delicious items though with a name like Sugar Café, you would think there would be more sweets on the menu. I guess really though, that’s okay, we eat enough crap as it is.
I hope to enjoy an entire meal there the next time we get out to San Francisco.
This time Ryan was getting his ambulance license. The wait was quite a bit longer this time around.
We had the same, hilarious DMV agent. We threatened to be back and what do you know, we were and we had him. He was really fun, made being at the DMV not so painful.
All the studying paid off as Ryan passed his ambulance test with flying colors. We took the 24 down Divisadero to the Castro where Kevin was waiting. The plan was shopping and then lunch at Nirvana.
I picked up a little gift for Micheal and Ryan got a couple of things for some co-workers.
Lunch at Nirvana was awesome. Mike and Kevin used to bring me there all the time, well, at least three times haha. I had the Tofu Panini on Focaccia while Ryan had the Mano Mango Noodles. They have quite a few vegetarian dishes, highly recommend it.
Kevin drove us to our Hotel 480 where we were staying to pick up our bags and then off to San Francisco International Airport (SFO) to catch our flight out of San Francisco.
We used the excuse that we were on vacation one last time as Ryan got a Kona Mocha Chip ice cream and while I sipped on my Dark Chocolate Frappe from Pete’s Coffee. I sure do miss Pete’s, they make the best cappuccino.
So here we are, waiting for the boarding for our plane to begin. I’m hoping to get some work done on the flight so I’m not so rushed when I get home to finish this project.
Our last day in San Francisco was a busy day. Ryan had a lot of paperwork to get processed and needed a few LiveScans for a job application and ambulance license so we marched down Powell to the Bart station.
Wow, I guess I forgot all about the Pride Parade. Thousands of people met us at the Bart station, completely hiding it from our field of vision. We hung out, watched a few floats go by, reveled in the fun, friendly good times and took a few pictures.
As with any gay event, not everyone there was there to celebrate equality. Some religious zealots where protesting the parade, the weekend, the gay marriages in California and just whatever popped into their heads.
They blamed the fires on the gays. They blamed the terrorist attacks in 2001 on the gays. They blamed the salmonella on the gays. They blamed the storms on the gays. Apparently it’s our fault. Sorry guys. Our bad.
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The kicker was when he said, “If you guys are such a loving, kind and friendly people, why do you need all of these police officers? It’s because you cause hate and destruction that they are here” and then went onto something about paying good Californian’s tax dollars for us to celebrate our heresy…
I guess what he was missing was this. The police are there not to protect us from ourselves but from people like him. Pride is about as safest I have ever felt in a city, day or night. The only thing one gay guy wants to do to another gay guy is fuck him (excuse my vulgarity and obvious exaggeration).
Well anyway, we finally made it to the UPS Store for Ryan’s LiveScan only to find it had closed for Pride. Haha, a UPS closed for Pride, how awesome. We took a seat at Squat & Gobble for lunch while we figured out a Plan B.
Squat & Gobble is the perfect little brunch place. I always think of Landon when I go there. I’m pretty sure you would love it Landon, reminds me of The Café in Washington DC only… better. It was delicious. While there we found another LiveScan place, hopped on a bus and back to the Mission we go.
LiveScan went easy enough, then back to the hotel. I’m leaving Ryan here to go to Pride for a bit. Catch you guys later!
