So I've been on a trip to the West Coast these past few days and it's been fun and productive and all that yoda. Some brilliant back to back meetings, a conference panel session which was actually interesting and, well that's enough talk about work.
What I do wanna scribe is some of the more unusual happenings, the peripheral jimjam that rounds out a mission like this, and makes it truly memorable.
I learned that Terminal 3 at Heathrow now has the world's largest outdoor smoking enclosure, flying via Vancouver to San Francisco has its visual eye candy - you seemingly pass right over the top of the world, and... (boring alert), doing so means you have to gather and re-check your luggage in Vancouver, which is of course a pain in the backside.
I hooked up with my good friend Digby upon arrival Tuesday night in San Fran. Digby and I go back 20 years and is one of those reliable friends you can always... rely on, even if he did once spoil a beautifully planned, supersonic visit to surprise my (now) wife. He's never heard the end of it.
Wednesday I found arguably the World's best breakfast eatery - a super place called Dottie's in San Francisco. I'd heard some hype about it and just as I was wondering how good pancakes could over another, I took a bite and was propelled to pancake pandora. If you ever visit San Francisco, run to Dottie's on Jones. Just beware you may have to wait in line. There is literally a queue of people waiting to get in, and you should bring something to read as I did. Not dissimilar from the seemingly never ending queue all day long outside the Apple store in San Francisco with people lining up for the iPhone, which I can conveniently stalk from my hotel window.
After work I took advantage of my hotel's handy location (nice hotel btw - the Palomar) to venture over to the nearby mall where I learned that escalators can go round corners. Never seen that before. Heading up the escalators in Nordstrom's (a chi-chi department store) I actually got vertigo and I don't even suffer from it. It's a heck of a long way down.
I'd ventured to the mall to deal with a mistake which was thinking that California is actually hot in summer. I'd come here without a jacket, and it turns out that while, yes it is true California is hot for the most part. San Francisco is not. You can travel 20 miles south from San Francisco to Silicon Valley, or north even, and the temperature is 20 degrees hotter. Nuts.
Kitted out in a new jacket and with some little threads for my little boy, I got a craving for a burger 'my way' and plonked myself down in my grease of choice - Kurger Bing. It never ceases to amaze me that they actually have security guards packing heat in a (not so) fast food restaurant, but guns are a way of life here of course, and it's hard to get the cat back in the bag.
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