So, last night we take a cab ride to an oyster bar at the ferry docks and the driver wants to engage us in a deep conversation about sex and world religions. I kid you not.
Then we went to an Irish pub and drank Guinness (practicing up for our trip to Ireland in September), and ended up having dinner in an outdoor cafe on Belden Lane, a trendy little spot with crowded French restaurants and wait staffs with serious accents.
The only glitch in the day was the limo driver, who talked on his very-non-hands-free BlackBerry while trying to drive through the city, unable to pay attention to his GPS and getting lost twice between the airport and our hotel.
Other than that, quite a perfect day in San Francisco.