My last day in San Francisco was definitely bittersweet. I’d had so much fun & I knew I didn’t want it to come to an end. Everything about the trip had been perfect – especially the weather. San Francisco is beautiful & it definitely holds a very special place in my heart.
We started out the day with a short & speedy run, then headed to Philz Coffee where I indulged in a mint mojito iced coffee.
Did I mention I had the best coffee ever while in San Francisco? I’d heard Jonathan sing the praises of Philz over & over again, but I was skeptical. He’d taken me there on Saturday & it was love at first sip. While the mint mojito iced coffee was great, my heart belongs to the canopy of heaven. Philz completely & totally lived up to the hype. I’m an addict who has been feigning for more ever since.
Because I’m a 5 year-old, we headed to the San Francisco Zoo & nerded out with our cameras.
I’m pretty sure this guy wanted to eat us for lunch.
We locked eyes momentarily, he licked his lips & it kinda freaked me out. Like I said, I think in his mind I was lunch.
After the Zoo, I was starving & cranky & needed food ASAP.
You see, when I’m hungry… I tend to get quiet. Normally, I don’t shut up. If I’m quiet, you know its one of three things – I’m hungry, tired or pissed off. I was pretty much dead silent at this point due to hunger.
So of course, we went to In-N-Out Burger.
Double double with fries? Yes, please. In-N-Out Burger is another West Coast fabled legend that us East Coasters only dream about. It’s a pop culture icon, so I had to try it while I was there. The burger? Was awesome. Kind of a Five Guys-style burger, but juicy & didn’t have that McDonalds frozen patty taste. The fries needed some improvement though.
Since we were in the neighborhood, we walked over to The Buena Vista for their famous Irish Coffee.
When in Rome, right? I love how this has become their signature after the owner & a travel writer went on a mission to recreate the Irish Coffees served in the Dublin airport. I like the way those guys think.
Then there were cupcakes.
Kara’s Cupcakes. Carrot & Coconut to be precise. Fluffy, moist, dense, amazing.
For my last stop in San Francisco, we headed to Smuggler’s Cove, a cool little tiki bar that’s won tons of awards for being badass.
(This photo & the one of me making out with the giraffe by Jonathan. He puts me to photography shame, but he so sweetly taught me so many tips & tricks).
Nothing says San Francisco like a mojito, right?! Yeah, I know. But it was a pretty awesome mojito.
& that is how I ate & drank my way through San Francisco & Sonoma. It was really fantastic & I was really sad to get on a plane & leave. For the record, red-eye flights from the West Coast suck.