This is the sign behind the bar at the Anchor Steam brewery, where I took a tour the other day. I spent six days in the Big Bay City where I ate oysters, breathed fog, watched tourists, dodged junkies, and saw a whole lot of family (this was wedding travel). I scored a Mexican lucha libre mask and played guitar aboard El Volado, the Mexican party bus. Not a bad gig if you can get it.
I don’t think I’ll quit my day job, but it was a good run while it lasted. I wonder what my lucha libre name should be (comment below with suggestions). Anyway, the travel lesson here is “always try to fit in with the locals.”
During the six days I was in San Francisco, the sun shone for a total of 17 minutes. This is one of them:
