San Francisco: dead on Sundays.
Cannery Row, Monterey: not Steinbeck.
Fishwife Restaurant: good fetuccini Alfredo, but avoid the fish and chips like the plague. Generally incompetent staff. Blaring 80s rock (you have to ask someone to turn it down to not get a migraine).
17-Mile Drive: very cold, but worth it. Joe's Point, China Rock: apparently a lot of Chinese immigrants, outcast in their day, set up shacks by the rocks and actually survived. Lots of mansions up for sale at reduced prices. Madoff victims?
Carmel-by-the-Sea: totally Hollywood. Got a nice t-shirt anyway. Over-solicitous real estate agent wanted to know if we were thinking of moving into town; encouraged us to call (tomorrow, if possible) as soon as we made up our mind. Tip: if you see a house going for less than 700K, carpe diem.
Daly City: where were all the Pinoys? Sis gave me her signature 60-dollar haircut. Yay.
New King Tin, Stockton Street, Chinatown: move over, Sam Wo, this is my new fave. Yang Chow fried rice and Mongolian beef to die for.