Half Moon Bay
One of Mo’s friends from San Francisco recommended that we visit Fitzgerald Marine Reserve in Half Moon Bay.
Apparently the marine life is abundant at low tide. Hoping to see some sea critters at the optimal time, we were disappointed to find none in sight.
Except this lone sea ... weed? Seriously, what is this thing?
On the bright side, Ayk finally got to see the Pacific.
And at sunset, no less.
At least one of their recommendations, Flying Fish Grille, did live up to expectations. Neither of us is a fish taco enthusiast, but we liked them so much we had them for lunch the next day.
The tacos were just as cheesy as their decor.
Drinks in San Fran
My friend John Britton, who worked at Ixia with me, moved to San Francisco to pursue his masters degree in the classic guitar. We met him in the city for drinks at Suppenküche, which is a German restaurant, if you couldn’t tell from umlaut. His opera-singing girlfriend Laine met up with us later.
Their babies will surely be adorable Mozarts.
We asked him what the transition from East Coast to West Coast was like. Other than the ridiculously high prices in the Bay Area, he said that San Franciscans tend to get too chatty and too invasive of personal privacy. Sometimes people will even initiate conversations He says he’s adapted to it, but it took a while.
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