Ahhhh... Fresh Seafood

So after arriving in San Francisco and watching the driver squeeze our twelve million suitcases into the car, we were off to our hotel near Fisherman’s Wharf. I got us a couple of nice rooms at a hotel just blocks from the waterfront. Wow, I forgot how cool it gets here at night.

The last few times I was in San Francisco...... I had a JOB. Yuck. It’s amazing how much different things can be when you’re in control of your destiny.

We found a quaint family style seafood restaurant on the wharf for dinner. In Castle Rock, there is practically no such thing as FRESH seafood; you have to go to Denver. Even then, there are only a few really good seafood places. After living in New Orleans for so many years, I got spoiled.

I remember the days of employment when what you ordered at a meal was dependent on what you thought your company would reimburse for. I had shrimp, scallops, more shrimp, fish, oh, and did I mention... more shrimp. Mmm Mmm good!