On Saturday, Leah and I walked from Union Square to Alamo Square, home of the “painted ladies,” AKA, “Where Full House was taped.” Leah was wearing her Ashley and Mary Kate t-shirt. I saw part of a “Full House” once and found it unbearably dopey, but, well, what are you going to do with kids today, especially when they’re 20 and have a complex, post-Modern relationship to the media crap that forms a mythic background in which they themselves don’t believe?

From there we went to the far side of the Golden Gate Bridge and walked back to the SF side. It was a perfect day for it.

Then we went to Haight-Ashbury, a part of the world that makes me embarrassed to have been a hippie-hanger-on … I didn’t put flowers in my hair, cut off the soles of my shoes and come to SF for the Summer of Love, but I did the best I could while still managing to be a middle class Jew from Long Island at a preppy college in the middle of Pennsylvania. At this point, going to Haight-Ashbury is an occasion for explaining why all that hippie shit wasn’t as dumb as it looks.

We ate at a restaurant with perhaps the worst name in history: The Squat ‘n’ Gobble. Fortunately, they allowed us to sit in a chair and when we refused to peck at grains of food on the ground, they consented to let us pay them for crepes. Pretty good.

We headed back to the hotel, stopping in a couple of stores looking for a gift for our neighbor Judy who had gotten us a good deal on the hotel room. We went to the Golden Era (572 O’Farrell) for an excellent fake-meat meal — sweet and sour “chicken” and “beef” with broccoli. Delicious.

We fell asleep watching Team America in the hotel room. [Technorati tags: San Francisco]

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