Today we drove up to see my brother, Pete, in San Francisco. He has a gorgeous house directly across the Great Highway from Golden Gate NRA. Nobody will be building across the street from him blocking his excellent view of the surf breaking against the west coastline of San Francisco because it is owned by the government or us. After only getting bollixed up a few times in transit, we arrived in front of Pedro’s house and went up the stairs to pound on the door.
Pretty soon Peter’s grinning face appeared and invited us in. Once inside, we found Pedro’s now all grown up and quite striking daughter, Maddie, and her beau, Jack. Making sure we didn’t do anything suspicious was a new dog, Indie, and a cat whose name I can’t remember because I’m ancient. Indie was a little worried about us but soon figured out we were harmless and almost wooden in action so we didn’t get bit. After a few minutes, Pete’s wife, Karen, came back from a vital re-supply mission and joined the hobnobbing.
I have always preferred to dine in an old San Francisco restaurant called Tommy’s Joynt at Geary and Van Ness. After fooling around for a bit at Pete’s, he was nice enough to put Peggy, Maddie, Jack and me in the car and set off for the Joynt. We went in all directions getting there, due to the unique, convoluted San Francisco roads but ultimately we pulled up near Tommy’s and hopped out to gorge ourselves. Tommy’s has very strange interior decorations, unlike almost every other eating establishment I have visited. Hanging from the ceilings one can find hubcabs, bike parts, an artificial leg and other oddities. The walls are completely covered with informational and beer signs, little displays of things like medicine bottles from the past and other items not usually utilized in the interior decorating trade. The sandwiches are simple and very tasty. The beer selection is superb. They have a regular bar for those preferring booze.
Peter picked up the food tab which was very generous on his part. After a leisurely feed and some staining of my shirt, we hopped back into Pete’s chorro and wandered over to the casting pools in Golden Gate Park. The ponds were pretty slick and the park itself was absolutely gorgeous. Their grounds crew must be top-notch because the place was beautifully maintained. Pulling away from here we drove by some buffalo (actually bison) that they have penned up in the park. Strange place to see these critters. Back to Pedro’s for some more light banter and then we headed back to Morgan Hill. We had good traffic all the way and managed to get back to the park right before dark. Good day today.
A couple pictures can be seen by clicking here