Our last day in the city, which meant we had gotten a bit of a handle on the bus system. Convenient as our legs were mounting a revolt. We tried, therefore, to tour more by bus than by foot. We started off on Mission to see food, culture, and conditions far removed from home. We stopped in a nice Mexican restaurant called Papalote, and enjoyed a gigantic and delicious burrito stuffed with carrot and potatoes. Bobby Flay, apparently, approves. Next to Haight-Asbury. (For my mom).
The Haight, to our understanding, is the emblem of Hippiedom and brings proud nostalgic flashbacks to those who grew up in the 60's and 70's and marched against the man and participated in free love and LDS (I think she meant LSD. LDS, that would be a bad acid trip, man) but today the area has changed. Or at least I can say I hope it has changed. We found the neighborhood still full of young people, still homeless, still looking for drugs, but without the idealism.
It was dark and we were tired so we had to abandon an exploration of the Castro district. Slightly deflated we ventured off to once again try the bar from "No Reservations."
The Tonga room is in the basement of the Fairmont hotel and looks to be an incredible place to book a private party. Having made the effort to come back after learning it was closed Mondays and Tuesdays, this news was a little discouraging. The Host took pity on us and let us take a peek. The Tonga room is a real treat. Elaborate pirate themed decor, drinks steep in alcohol and price and rain from the ceiling. The whole experience is worth having even in passing.
Animal shapes at the Sourdough bakery
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