“And buy me a star on the boulevard, it’s Californication.”-Red Hot Chili Peppers

IMG_6065I swear I pretty much live in an igloo. Philly is in the middle of yet another snow storm and I’m stuck in my bed home office. It’s been a whirlwind of a week. I have SO much to tell you. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you could probably tell that California treated me very well. San Francisco is an absolutely beautiful city and I can’t wait to go back. I don’t know where to begin when describing the amazingness that was last week. Let’s begin with Monday night. Oh and I’m going to apologize in advance because most of this post will be about food. Meetings all day leaves very little room for much else to talk about 🙂

IMG_6067Matt and I decided to meet up for happy hour after work. He met me at the train station and we walked down to Sampan. Since they had restaurant week going on, the bar was packed. We decided to move a block over to Finn McCool’s. Well happy hour turned into Quizzo, which turned into walking around the city until midnight. I love unexpected nights out like that. Completely impulsive but totally fun. I woke up at 5am, to shower and get to the airport. I was glad I didn’t sleep much the night before because I was able to passed out for the entire 6 hour flight. We arrived in San Fran and went immediately to our first meeting. Luckily it started with lunch at Credo. My favorite part? The decor. The walls were filled with quotes from different icons about their beliefs (where the name Credo came from). The rest of the day was spent hopping from meeting to meeting. We were able to take a trip down to Fisherman’s Wharf before dinner at 54 Mint. A few glasses of Cabernet and a medium-rare grass-fed skirt steak later, I was in bed by 10.

IMG_6074My sleep was seven kinds of screwed up and I was wide awake at 5am. Since I didn’t have meetings until 9 that morning, I decided to lace up the Asics and conquer my biggest fear-The Golden Gate Bridge. I told you on Monday how terrified I am of bridges, but how much I wanted to get over that fear and the only way I could would be to run the bridge that started it all. I put on my favorite running playlist, took a few deep breaths, and didn’t look down. It was the fastest 3.4 miles I’ve ever ran. My heart was pounding the whole time, and not just because I was running faster than usual. While I tried my best to concentrate on making it out and back without having a panic attack, I was able to soak up the gorgeous views that surrounded me. It was so surreal and almost felt like a dream when I finally was back on land. That run definitely got my head in the right place. Mission accomplished. Maybe I can run the Ben Franklin Bridge now?!

IMG_6088The high I got from running the bridge stayed with me the whole trip. Between the endorphins, the sunshine, and the Blue Bottle Coffee store I discovered, my days seemed to fly. After spending all of Wednesday cooped up in an office, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a large glass (or two) of wine. We had dinner at Ame and I practically inhaled the black cod. I also tried sea urchin and cuttle fish for the first time. As gross as they both looked, they tasted amazing. I got back from dinner and when my head hit that California king pillow, I was out like a light.

I woke up Thursday morning and decided to run around the neighborhood. Those hills are no joke. I have NO idea how people park. When I say I was running up a 90 degree angle, I’m not even kidding. My calves were screaming by the time I got back to the hotel. Good thing I decided to wear heels that day too. Since Thursday was our last night there, we went out with a bang. We started off with dinner at Park Tavern, one of the best restaurants in the San Francisco area. Somewhere between the 5 appetizers, 8 bottles of wine, and the 4 desserts, I fell head over heels with San Francisco. After dinner, we headed down the street to Club Fugazi to see Beach Blanket Babylon. I’ve never been a huge fan of musicals but this tops all other performances I’ve seen. It was a drag show (for lack of better terms) that followed Snow White’s journey to finding her prince. Between the cultural humor and political banter, I was in tears the whole time from laughing so hard. I promised my mom that we’d be making a special trip out there again, just so she can see the show. I couldn’t have picked a better way to end the trip.

IMG_6093I got back to the much chiller Philadelphia late Friday afternoon, and immediately headed to dinner. I had so many stories to share and the only way to wrap up such a great trip was dinner at The Mildred. I’ve been stocking my weekends with traveling plans because I don’t want to come down from that West Coast high. It was so different from the chaotic streets of Philly and I needed that change of pace. This week will be spent dreaming of that Cali sun and trying to work off the vino. Happy Monday!!


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