Yellow things

Before I begin talking about the weekend, I have to mention the vanilla beer I had at the Thirsty Bear on Thursday night where Nick and I met Meaghan, an old friend from comScore, for dinner. Our waiter described it as tasting like "cream soda", which wasn't far off from the truth. Yum! The restaurant is the first/only tapas brewery, and even though that just reeks of gimmick, we all really loved it.

On to the weekend...
So I was having a really hard time deciding how to kick off our first official weekend in San Francisco and finally settled on renting bicycles and riding up the Embarcadero to the Farmer's Market at the Ferry Building. As speechless as I was when I first discovered the Ferry Building, that feeling paled in comparison to the Ferry Building plus the Farmer's Market. There had to be over 100 stalls outside packed with the most beautiful produce I'd ever seen... and cheese... and flowers... and honey... and and... Nick and I wandered around in a daze for over an hour (well, I was in a daze, he was focused on getting back to the food cart that was selling grilled calamari cooked outdoors right in front of you) After a quick once over, and many, many samples (every stand offers free samples), we bought some things for dinner that night - the most adorable mini yellow cherry tomatoes, a couple of serrano chiles, garlic, and an avocado - all organic, all freshly picked. It's pretty funny now that I thought I would miss Wegmans grocery store when we moved.

Eventually we ended up back at the outdoor food stand/ restaurant area where we settled on grilled calamari and salmon, but next time we will brave the line for the rotisserie chicken stand which smelled spicy and delicious. I'm already planning what I'll pick up for dinner on Tuesday when the market is open again.

After lunch we continued on our bike ride up the coast past Fort Mason, Alcatraz, and hundreds of sailboats, and then back down to our apartment. After several hours on a bike with no shocks, we were both struggling to walk on Sunday morning.

Sunday was spent in equal parts shopping (well, mostly window shopping) in Union Square and cleaning our new apartment in preparation for the moving truck to arrive later this week. The first part was more enjoyable than the second part, but at least the apartment is ready to accept furniture now. It can't get here fast enough.