February 3, 2014. San Francisco, CA. Dinner Etc.

I know better, but I forgot. In 1961, Ken and I worked for the summer in Arizona and headed home to Ontario via California and the west coast. We drove in our 1953 Volkswagon bug, with no air conditioning, and we camped as we went. We were used to heat from our Arizona summer and the day we spent in San Francisco was the coldest day I have ever spent in my life, and I am a Canadian. Today, the sun was shining and it seemed warm, so Ken and I wore long sleeved shirts and sweaters. By the time we had walked to Union Square we were chilled to the bone so we went into Macy's and rode the escalator to the top floor, trying to get warm. On each floor, we looked at the merchandise and actually got a good gift idea for David and Suzanne. We laughed that we were just like the homeless, who go into the stores in order to get warm. It was fun looking at all the odd clothes. Neither of us ever shop. Our dinner tonight was the perfect San Francisco experience. The Japanese restaurant was tiny, with four tables and three chairs at the sushi bar, so could seat 15. The father was the chef, the daughter waited on tables and the mother did the dishes, of course, all Japanese. The room was about ten feet wide and fifteen feet deep but was elegantly decorated. Fortunately, we were early so could get a table. The food was excellent and the saki good. Only in San Francisco. We are enjoying life in the city.