Recently I headed to the West Coast and spent a week in San Francisco. I’ve visited San Francisco quite a few times, and while I’ve never exactly left my heart there, there is something about the city that beckons me back.
Part of myÂ “new” on this trip was a pit-stop toÂ The Buena Vista, a pub on the cusp of Fisherman’s WharfÂ creditedÂ with bringing the Irish coffeeÂ to America.Â TheirÂ Irish coffee packs aÂ punch worthy of the Emerald Isle, and bonus, if you drink it while it’s still hot,Â the whipped cream won’t melt before you’ve finished. The Buena VistaÂ serves upwards of 2,000 Irish coffees a day and if you try one, you’llÂ see why.
Another delightful new experience was a customized tour ofÂ wine country courtesy ofÂ Joe, owner of San Francisco Private Tours.Â IÂ pretty much have a three winery limit, so at my request we stayed within Sonoma rather than press on to Napa. In the course of six lovely hours,Â I visited (and tasted at)Â three very different wineries: the long-established Jacuzzi Family Vineyards, the newly opened Anaba Winery,Â andÂ Moon Mountain Vineyard. The latterÂ boasts gorgeous vistas from the nearly 2,000 foot elevation of Mt. Vedeer, so it wasn’t only the vino making me dizzy! And bonus, in his “other life” Joe is an A-class crooner of standards, so I could drink California wine and be serenaded with Sinatra.
Of course the best part of any vacation is the wonderful appreciation for home that travel brings. When my plane touched down at JKF Airport,Â I felt the vibe of New YorkÂ all but bubbling up from the tarmac. Waiting in the cab queue a short time later, IÂ felt like I was home. Actually, I knew it.
Vive le voyage!