Fisherman’s Wharf
So The Man slept till 10:30 (but he probably needed it.) So we were going to eat after he showered. He assured me that the shower would only take 2 minutes and it was as promised – but his hair took an hour. I am the hair stylist in the family, and I swear I can do my hair in 3 minutes as I walk to the car…
It was too late at most places for breakfast and since it was such a nice day, we decided to eat outside at Fisherman’s Wharf. This is one of those places where the food is pretty good but you have to fight for an outside table. Today The Kid was no different. As I eyed a newly cleared off table and ran to set my purse down, a 75 year old woman shoved me out of the way and waved over her 3 friends. We had a bit of a stare down over it but I decided to concede since I was not about to argue with 4 seniors who clearly planned on eating at THAT TABLE – Plus they all carried large bags.
The Kid and I each had our customary grilled cheese and it was yummy. Grandma complained about her pork loin like grandma’s do who are used to eating a farm cooked pork loin. She said her potato salad was great. The waitress was really nice even though every other diner was ignoring the large sign that said: PLEASE DON’T CHANGE TABLES AFTER BEING SEATED.