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happy chinese new year of the ox 2009-01-26 - 8:42 p.m. Whooty hoot, happy Chinese New Year! Year of the ox, strong, fearless, and bold, as we are informed by the T-shirt in Chinatown. It was a beautiful, sunny, cloudless day. Roger and I made wisecracks all day about how all the fog and damp must work on people's minds. "How can you tolerate such beastly weather?" we wondered. In the morning we visited the U.S.S. Pampanito, a World War II submarine complete with torpodeos. It was a rather spooky experience to descend from such a bright shiny day into this creaky, spooky darkness. The sound of water sloshing, the sound of...what...something creaking sinisterly. Afterward we stopped into the Musee Mecanique, which is "free" but really requires a steady feeding of quarters if you want to watch the "mecaniques" do their stuff. There was a rare "Death Race" arcade game, with a clipping of an article about the outrage caused by this "kill a pedestrian game." We recalled the days when DH was king of Pole Position and Battlezone but did not try to relive them. It was time to switch hotels, from our Italian-themed hotel in Fisherman's wharf to our European-themed hotel near Union Square. The taxi ride was short but traumatic, considering the steep-itude of the various hills. But we were able to check in early, so that was nice. We're super near Chinatown, so it was a natural to stroll through the Chinese gate in honor of the New Year. After awhile we found an atmospheric Chinese restaurant where we had a great lunch with views of the skyscrapers in the financial district and, closer to hand, St. Mary's church or cathedral. I really super-liked their wonton soup. Later, before we left, I stopped in the ladies' room, and when I came out, DH had found the room of photos showing all the distinguished visitors to this restaurant, including Bill Clinton and various and sundry other politicians. So I guess it isn't just our discovery. We took a long stroll around town in the wonderful weather. At one point I enjoyed spectacular views of a soaring Red-Tailed Hawk around the TransAmerica building. Every feather was brilliant in the sun. Somehow we found ourselves at a bar called Sinbad's at Pier No. 2 with wonderful views of the Bay Bridge. As we enjoyed the restorative frosty adult beverage and the view, the bartender entertained us with various bartending lore, including an extended discussion of the merits of various corkscrews -- and the various waiters who somehow always manage to misplace them. I can't quite reproduce the story but it was hilarious at the time. We actually made our way all the way back from the waterfront to our hotel on foot and then decided to brave the public transportation to return to the Maritime Museum area, so that we could enjoy the Ana Mandara happy hour. The busses run really often, so even though we screwed up and went to the wrong busstop the first time, we really didn't have to wait long at all. We had a little difficulty finding the restaurant on the other end though, but it was worth the puzzling. It's a very atmospheric high end Vietnamese gourmet restaurant, with a bar on the upper level that overlooks the sun setting on Alcatraz. We could see the orange of the setting sun on the building and then the lighthouse coming on. We could also see, closer to shore, crazy people swimming in the icy cold water of the Bay. Brrrrr! The drink of the day was the eponymous Ana Mandera, sort of a lemongrass Mojito. We also tried a few of the appetizers-- ribs, prawns, Vietnamese crispy rolls. Most delicious. We went past our busstop on the way back but couldn't remain lost for long, and in honor of the pleasant weather we were soon sipping a last Merlot in the Irish Bank, a (wait for it) yes! Irish pub near our hotel. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford