Is San Francisco Worth a Visit?
Sam and I traveled to San Francisco in February and, let me tell you, our first impressions were “this is it?”
See, we had heard from so many people how awesome of a city San Francisco was, how there was so much to do, so much to see. Within an hour of arriving and getting to our hotel, we thought we’d been punked.
San Francisco was just another city
Little did we know, the drive from SFO to Fisherman’s Wharf was not a great litmus test for the city as a whole.
Over the next five days, we visited Alcatraz, the Muir Woods, the Sunset district, Fisherman’s Wharf, walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, took a tour of the city in an old VW bus, and ate some of the best food we’ve ever eaten. By the time we had to go to the airport to catch our flight home, we were already planning our next trip out.
Walking the 1.9 miles across the Golden Gate Bridge
So what changed our minds? I mean, our first impression was clearly that we weren’t impressed at all.
Let me tell you.
San Francisco is one of those cities where you could bump into a stranger on the street and end up invited to their wedding (fun fact, this actually happened to me at the Spotted Cat in New Orleans - shoutout to Peggy). What I mean by that is that the people in this city are so open, so kind, so accepting of whoever you are that it’s impossible not to shift your own mindset a little too.
The sights of the city speak for themselves. Between the Golden Gate Bridge, the rows and rows of houses, and iconic cable cars, it’s impossible not to fall in love with the city’s quirky beauty. Once Sam and I got out of the car and started walking around, we were immediately taken with the character and charm of San Francisco.
I have so many pictures of this bridge
It may not have helped that we were really hungry when we arrived either.
Which brings me to the FOOD. Oh my gosh. The seafood was great, the Mexican food was great, the comfort food was great, the gluten free bakery was GREAT (but I’m biased). We didn’t have a single meh meal the entire time we were there.
By the time we left, we were referring to San Francisco as the Boston of the West Coast, and that’s what I’ll leave you with. The charm, the character, the history, the food - it almost made me feel like I was back.
