Thursday

Hungry in San Francisco...


I landed in San Francisco famished, because I am Chatón and dashed out of the house without breakfast and decided to eat two oranges, some cashews and Swedish Fish on the plane.

My ability mentally calculate calories is impressive. So, even though I know that nuts and candy do not constitute a proper breakfast, I intentionally resisted the overpriced, over fat, highly caloric sandwiches that they were selling in Coach. Instead, I indulged in the vodka that I had in my bag and the complimentary cranberry juice.

I will resist the urge to describe the disappointment that I felt being relegated to Coach for a cross country flight. However, the foot rub offered by my seatmate did add some levity to the trip. It probably would have been an even better trip had I taken him up on it. But how would I have explained that to my man???

Anyway, upon arrival I was very hungry and a little shaky. This was probably because of the sugar rush. And while I was tempted to satisfy the urge by buying some of the tired looking airport food, I walked out of the airport in search of a great San Francisco meal. In so doing I hoped that I had exchanged convenience for ambience and delectable delicacies.

My restraint amazed me. Quite honestly I felt like I could have eaten my shoe. However, I knew that my meal would be much more satisfying with a view of the Bay.

My meal delivered all that I had hoped for. As I later consumed my sushi at Ozumo on The Embarcadero I knew that I had made the right decision. The food was delicious and the view was amazing. The wait met my expectations.  And the begging that I did to secure a seat with a view after arriving just before the end of the lunch shift was effort well spent. Then again, I may have just been really hungry! LOL
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