I wonder if anyone has already noticed that I add an exclamation point to the title when I can’t come up with a semi-decent one.
I probably wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I went to San Francisco and didn’t see Pier 39 in Fisherman’s Wharf. I could be wrong but we don’t have anything like that in the Philippines. The piers I’ve gone too locally are all “serious business” ones, and you try to spend as little time there as possible before you board your ferry to go to another place.
Fisherman’s Wharf was our last stop of the day so my feet were pretty much dead but I wasn’t going to miss out on the place. What’s a little blood in my boots?
The wharf was filled not only with restaurants and shops, but also street performers and street artists. Some were pretty standard ones, like dancing statues, but there were also some pretty interesting people. Oh, and my cousin told me about this “Bushman” who scares people by hiding in some branches. I don’t know if it’s unfortunate or not that we didn’t encounter him. I have a really embarrassing scream.
Then we got to Pier 39, but there were only a few of the famous sea lions sunning themselves on the dock. I couldn’t get a good shot because they were all so far away.
So, the sea lions part was a bit of a disappointment but the rest of Pier 39 wasn’t. It was colorful, nostalgic, and quirky (and yes, touristy). Made me feel like a kid, actually. Here are a few pics that I snapped at Pier 39:
There were a lot of restaurants that I wanted to try and it was really a b*tch choosing just one for dinner. When in doubt, I pick seafood so my cousin treated us to some really delicious crabs at Joe’s.
This dish called “The Ragin’ Cajun” was my favorite. It’s this spicy steam pot of crab that was so delicious, I vowed to replicate the recipe. Oh, just thinking about it makes me crave so bad!
Mixed drinks like the spiked sweet team pictured above are really expensive in California. I will never complain about the price of alcohol here in the Philippines again. Also, I will take my cousin and his girlfriend drinking when they visit here so they can marvel at how cheap it is to get totally, stupidly drunk in this country.
I missed out on trying Boudin sourdough bread and clam chowder though. The half hour wait in line deterred me. People say it’s worth the wait though.