We relaxed back in the comfy leather seats of our limo as we whisked through downtown San Francisco. The flight had been fine overall (even in economy!) but booking the limo had certainly been one of my better ideas.
Just from the reception, I knew I'd made a good choice in the Harbor Court hotel too. Sadly we'd just missed the complimentary wine reception but there'd be another one tomorrow night we were told. We deposited our bags (or rather, the porter did) and had a quick freshen up. The plan was to head out for some nosh before we both fell prey to the super monarch-sized bed and slept for a million years.
Whilst I was enjoying the shower, Mr F's sugar tooth kicked in so he nipped out for some nibbles and soda. In his absence, I discovered the rather fabulous leopard print bathrobes hanging in the cupboard and amused myself with some flouncing whilst drying my hair. We'd treated ourselves to a bay view room and as the evening lights were now coming on, the view of the Bay Bridge was pretty damn lovely.
Mr F had found a little Mexican restaurant on his wanderings (Mexico DF) so when he'd finally persuaded me that yes, the bathrobe was lovely dear, but probably not the best attire for dining out, we headed off in that direction.
The restaurant turned out to be a slightly posher establishment than Mr F had anticipated from the outside. Not 15 types of cutlery posh but more the too smart to eat with your fingers type of place. This was fine though as we'd not been brought up in a barn (mostly) and more to the point, we couldn't be bothered to hunt for some place else.
After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing the menu, most of which we had problems identifying, we were finally ready to order. The waiter raised his eyebrows a tiny fraction at my Tacos de Buche choice and pointed out that it was pig's throat and prone to slight chewiness. I thanked him for his observation and changed my order from 'Pig's Maw' to his more run of the mill beef recommendation. Nice as my new selection turned out to be, however, I shall forever feel a little disappointed that I didn't go for a plate of maw tacos - it's not as if I'm a picky-eater after all.
Mr F plumped for some Tostadas de Tinga - chicken in chipotle sauce in a crispy tortilla. A dish traditionally eaten with your fingers, I must say he did a splendidly neat job with knife and fork. We weren't sure whether it was de rigor to use this technique or not as my attempts at spying on other diners failed miserably. In the least, I hope we gave the kitchen staff a jolly good laugh at our very British antics.
On our return to the hotel, we found that they offered a complimentary evening bedtime drink after 9pm. It comes to something when you miss the wine reception but are first in the queue for a glass of milk and basin load of cookies!