San Francisco !!! !!! !!! ! ! ! !!!!!!

This bar had DIY caesars. Artichokes, olives, sriracha, oh my ! American bars are so much sweeter than Canadian bars for these reasons:
a) They pretty much all have crazy specials that Canadian bars lack. Like happy hour specials between 5 - 7 or whatever, in which no one will judge you for getting wasted in the late afternoon. They encourage it.
b) Menu`s are bigger and way more intricate. Those of you out there who know me well know I appreciate creative pub fare - and Americans deliver in this department to be SHO!
c) You can pretty much do whatever the fuck you want including make your own personalized caesar like at this extensive caesar buffet like spread in this highly evolved establishment.

These things are underrated in the tourism industry. A dying art, even.


Some of the creepy / amazing specimens from the vintage arcade at Peir 39. They sang and danced (like angels) for a quarter. Where else can you get THAT, toronto !!!

Sourdough sea turtles at the Boudin Bakery! Apparently San Francisco is famous for its sourdough. I sort of gathered this after happening upon several specialty bakeries that took artisanal breads to a seriously outrageous level, as you can see above. Then Google confirmed it. Anyway, this bakery has used the same recipe since 1849, and continues to morph delicious bread into crabs and other aquatic creatures and stuff. They give you hollowed out bread bowls filled with chowder at the Wharf. Tim Hortons ain`t got shit.

Sea lions are rad. And quite combative and territorial, as I learned as I stood watching them for probably half an hour. Hypnotic and celestial creatures, they are.

I look most doting in this photo.


The Mission district has mad murals son! Diego Rivera thangs even.

Sex tapes for seniors.