Raising Citizen Kane

So I gave the In-laws a nice tour of the City and everyone enjoyed themselves until we ran across the Mayor of San Francisco, Gavin Newsom. He introduced himself without being asked and something about this just rubbed my Father-in-law the wrong way, so he played a chin concerto on the Mayor in F-latten M-ajor.

He clean knocked all the gel out of Newsom’s hair and that was no easy feat. The Mayor just lay there, his hair bone-dry for the first time since the first Reagan administration and his eyes had all the focus of Jessica Simpson’s brain.

My Father-in-law just danced around his dazed foe and screamed, “Brooklyn is in the house, Strong Island is in the house, you just got dropped by a house!” The Mayor tried to get up on one hand and my Father-in-law kicked it out from under him.

My Mother-in-law just grabbed her husband and ushered him away as the Mayor just laid there with his eyes closed. I checked his pulse and his eyes, it seemed that he had just a concussion. So I did the only reasonable thing, I took the money from his wallet and left a note:

Dear Gavin,

Thanks for helping with the deficit,


George Bush



Kidding. My Father-in-law hit him in stomach first, then the chin...







...No, seriously, this is what happened. Wednesday, we went to the Legion of Honor...

http://www.thinker.org/legion/index.asp
...and saw a terrific photography exhibition on the 1906 earthquake of San Francisco. They did a nice juxtaposition of photos taken from the immediate aftermath and of the same spots over the last three years.

Then, for dinner? Café Maritime, though I wasn’t in the mood for a lobster roll last night. Grilled hanger steak in peppercorn sauce, man.

http://www.cafemaritimesf.com/

Today, we went to Acorn Books

http://www.acornbooks.com/cgi-bin/acornbook.cgi/

Green Apple Books

http://www.greenapplebooks.com/cgi-bin/mergatroid/


Finally, lunch at the Palace Hotel...

http://www.sfpalace.com/main/home.htm

...at the Garden Court.

http://www.gardencourt-restaurant.com/

Look at the pictures on their site, seriously. The setting? Pure robber/train/steel baron opulence. A Dungeness crab salad to die for and fine pumpkin sweet potato ravioli. Dine here and you will feel richer than Dale f**ckin’ Carnegie.

The oddest thing though when we left, I heard whispering...





...Rosebud...

Was it Orson or William Randolph? Go to the Palace and find out for yourself.