Day 4: A Low Key Christmas

We had such a quiet, restful Christmas.  We were not sure what was going to be open, so we had not made any real plans, which turned out to be really nice.

The Starbucks by our hotel was open, so we had our breakfast there.  Pro Tip: Mobile ordering is where it's at, if your bux has it! :)

We ate there next to a man who appeared to be editing a screenplay. He asked if we minded watching his stuff for a few minutes so he could step away.  He said we should finish it if he did not come back. When he returned, Kirk told him that the writing was good, but that he should lose the first chapter.  The guy laughed and said that losing the first chapter is always a good note!

The man's things.

The trolley cars were running today, so we hopped on one to Chinatown.  There are actually several Chinatowns in San Francisco, so we went to the oldest one.

The trolley we rode as it pulled up.

After poking through the shops and checking out the scene, we had a Japanese lunch. Yeah. That's how we roll.


We decided to stop by the room to take a quick rest before we did our next thing, and Cathy ended up sleeping for two hours.  Apparently a relaxing vacation is exhausting.

By the time we got up and about, it was pretty much time for dinner.  We checked Open Table to see what might be open on Christmas, and we choose seafood at the Blue Mermaid.

We were *really* glad we made reservations.  Fisherman's Wharf was a *madhouse* tonight.  

Everybody and their dog (literally- the people beside us had a dog in a soft sided carrier) was there. They had run out of many things, and Kirk got the last trout. Cathy had the cioppino, which she recommends, even though it did involve the indignity of a bib.  Delish!

We rode the cable car back, the stopped in at the hotel where the Huskers are staying.  As it would happen, they are staying only a few blocks away from where we are staying. We stopped at the bar to see if we could catch a glimpse of any of the players, which we (think) we did.  We did see a lot of other Nebraska fans, so Kirk will have plenty of company at the game.

We never actually got a waiter to pay attention to us long enough to get a drink, so we left and stopped by our hotel's bar.  Cathy got a glass of Brut and Kirk got an espresso.  A man stopped to say that he wish he had a camera, as the contrast of champagne and espresso would be a great shot for an art gallery.

Apparently art. 

We headed back to the room for some bad TV and an early bedtime.  Merry Christmas everyone!