Top places to try in San Francisco!

On my first (solo) trip to San Francisco, I decided to eat the city out. Its such a beautiful foggy city by the bay, the Golden Gate at a distance, fresh markets and lots and lots to explore. San Francisco is probably one of my favorite cities in America because its got great history, some tragic pasts and now is an exciting, vibrant city full of people from all parts of America and the world. If the weather wasn’t so chilly, I’d move there!

One of the highlights of this city (apart from the bridge, the largest Chinatown in America, the sights and smells) is the FOOD. I stayed a hop and skip away from Chinatown and the Financial District (about 5 minutes of a walk) and the Piers were just a 10 minute walk so I was pretty fortunate with where my hostel was. With the long list of places that I wanted to try out, it so happened that most of these spots were cafes, coffee shops or eateries! A shout out to my tiny hostel (which I was lucky enough to find out given that I booked last minute. I will ignore the 3 long flight of stairs I had to drag my heavy bag up and the tiny bathrooms only because it was the cheapest and friendliest place I could find at the shortest time and met some really cool people because of the tiny spaces!


I’ve compiled my list of favorite eats in San Fran with maybe a few additional tips/recommendations to explore and taste the city like I did and I officially can say that this time #IGotFatinSF and I sure didn’t mind! I spent a good 11 days in SF just walking A LOT and eating a lot and I think this is the best way to tackle SF – cross it off, district by district. Its more fun that way and you get to completely immerse yourself in a different culture each day because you get a mini bit of the world in every corner of SF at very little: travel- winning!

I started off with the Pier area, Embarcadero and the Financial District just because it was so close to me and I absolutely fell in love with the Ferry Market Building!


Top places to try in the Financial District/Piers:

  • Start off with coffee- Peet’s coffee (Its everywhere, and it does a good black with delicious chocolate scones!)
  • Second coffee spot (if you are like me) – Philz Coffee (available right past the Transamerica Tower in a massive coffee truck (ah the excitement!) with long queues but worth it.
  • If you need a third cup, there’s a very friendly Blue Bottle  around the corner too.
  • For a refreshing afternoon lunch, visit Waterbar. Do a walk long the Bay Trail (or cycle!) and its perfect for an al fresco late lunch. I was there when the sun set and the Bay Bridge lit up and it made the walk worth it. The oysters are brought in from all parts of America and they’ve got a massive oyster menu, its delicious!
  • A good ol’ beer needs no excuse, but another short walk back half way through, you can one of the coolest and oldest bars in San Fran – Old Ship Saloon – now the history that follows is that the ship Arkansas was pulled ashore at Alcatraz on a stormy night and was then dragged across the notorious Barbary Coast to SF during the 1849 Gold Rush. The watering hole was then converted to a bar in the 19th century and it stands to this day. The pub has cool craft beers and old photos hung with pride on its wooden walls. Definitely ‘gold diggin’ when I chanced upon this spot!
  • For another cool spot for dinner, check out The Slanted door. This restaurant is placed inside the Ferry Building (when you exit it towards the bay side) and its only open from 2pm. A bit high end but really good Vietnamese!
  • Along the Piers, Pier 23 Cafe does the world’s best fish and chips! I mean, I would confidently say its better than the Bournemouth Beach ones in the UK! The view is worth the 20 minute wait-list that you might end up on as the place is just so popular. Sit outside facing the water preferably nursing a cool beer, you can’t be disappointed!

View from Waterbar


Now the Ferry Building alone deserves a list because even if you set aside the Farmer’s Market (that runs every Saturday), the foodie in you will start doing cartwheels once you step foot in this building. Go hungry… very hungry!

  • If you love pork, the way I do, first stop (after you’ve warmed your hands with a cuppa from Blue Bottle) should be Boccalone for everything pig!
  • Next, stop by at Cowgirl Creamery for some yum cheese tasting and a scoop of ice cream!
  • If you are done with coffee and ice cream, its of course, wine’o clock! Its crazy how there is a fully stocked Wine bar in the middle of veggies and cheeses and ham!
  • After a glass, head outside to the Farmer’s Market and first stop must be at The Farmer’s Wife. I had their honey lavender bacon and avo cheese toastie (still drooling!)
  • You might need another cup of coffee for this one, but head inside and look for Biscuit benders for the most delicious biscuits which are kind of a cross between doughnuts and biscuits. Biscuits for days!

While walking around the city and Union Square, don’t forget to spot the many Tony Bennett hearts all around. Super cute! If you haven’t already given your heart to SF, you will after you walk through echoing Tony’s words ‘I left a piece of my heart in San Fransisco’


If you find yourself in Chinatown, don’t forget to stop by Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory to see the sweetest old lady make fortune cookies at pro level and you can even get your own little message put in the cookie and take it back for someone you love (like I did- but do carry it in your hand luggage!).

Another must-see  sight, is Lombard Street, which is famous for being world’s crookedest street. If you brave to walk it bottom to top and then back down, you will end up at one of the liveliest Piers, Pier 35 to Piers 39 and Fisherman’s Wharf. You can grab a nice little snack at Freddie’s Sandwiches on your way down to refuel.

Down at Fisherman’s Wharf, if you are a sucker for movies and particularly Forrest Gump, you can lunch at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. and then visit The Fudgery for some amazing fudge varieties! San Fran was my first stop on my American holiday and I had already eaten a truck load of delicious food but there is definitely more on the list!


Once you are done squealing at how cute baby seals are and looking at Alcatraz in the distance from Pier 39 (and your teeth start chattering), you can warm up with a 30 minute walk to Ghirardelli Square! *does a small dance move* Hello chocolate heaven!

The square itself is … a square with a park in the centre and dogs running by, people jogging, skateboarding et cetera until you spot the big brown building with the metal signage of Ghirardelli calling out to you. The property comprises of the main building that has the Ghirardelli chocolaterie, ice cream parlour, shops and a cafe. I was so fascinated at first, it smelt heavenly and was a great relief from the cold outside. I quickly got into line and bought about eight bars of gourmet chocolates to take home with me and then flopped onto a diner style couch to wait for my hot chocolate topped with marshmallows to arrive! I’m not a hot chocolate fan, but I thought it must be tried. Regret, I did not! *heaven in my mouth!*

Another area that cannot be missed is the North Beach area. I stayed about 12 minutes away and this is the Italian precinct of the city. Home to a lot of Italian restaurants and a lot of Italian Americans too.  In the past, North Beach was bound by the Barbary Coast but now is the perfect location to go for a picnic, a stroll, some great eats and exploring.

  • I had the best gnocchi in ever at ‘Firenze by Night‘ at North Beach.
  • Golden Boy Pizza – another midnight haunt we just rolled into, a quick walk from where I stayed. They serve pizza by the slice/square and has a number of flavors to choose from. We queued up for a good 15 mins to get in but it was absolutely worth the wait at 10.45pm post a very long day of walking.
  • Another 45mins wait that was worth it, was Mama’s for breakfast. They used freshly baked fruit bread to make their French toast (mine were made using caramel brioche (bottom far right)- So delish!!!

A couple of other spots to try out would be around the Mission District area- had some really amazing tacos at La Taqueira. You can really feel like you are suddenly in Mexico, the atmosphere changes quite drastically too (a great outlet shop here!). I walked all the way from the piers one day to AT&T Park to see my first baseball game and then got some grub from La Taqueira (yes there was a queue) and finished off with gelato from Bi-Rite Creamery (another great spot) for all odd flavours of gelato! I went for a mascarpone and sour cream flavour- so delish!


I also walked up one early morning to queue up (like everywhere else in SF) at Mr. Holmes Bakehouse to try the infamous cruffin which is located at the Tenderloin District on Larkin Street. I also didn’t want to be wandering on my own in both Mission and Tenderloin districts so if you are a lone traveller, best visit these spots during the day.


The Cruffin!

San Francisco was full of wonderful smells and sights. So much to eat but also so much to see and I really loved that it was divided up into ‘districts’ which to me was a more organised way of tackling the city, district by district! Its hard to choose a favourite area from the Embarcadero, the Golden Gate Bridge Park and Japanese tea gardens, the Piers and the beautiful sunsets or even Napa and Sanoma or Yosemite which were just a few hours away.


My next trip to San Fran will definitely have a trip to Petite Crenn and Atlier Crenn lined up. She’s a Michelin star chef from Brittany who has two amazing fine dining and casual restaurants nestled in the heart of SF where she grew up. If you are there before me, send me your reviews. I can’t obsess over how fabulous SF was, any questions, just holla!

Until then, happy travels!

-T x


My dear, I choose you.

I just wanted to say because I seldom do. I choose you everyday because, I do.
I chose you because you sparked a fire within me, but because you’re strong, strong willed, strong at heart, strong in your effort and for your strong and persevering love for me.
I chose you because you make me laugh, even when I don’t think I can, even when I don’t want to, even when I feel like I don’t know how to, even when I have lost my motivation to.

I chose you because you make me float but always brings me back to Earth when I seem to have drifted elsewhere. I chose you because you are humble in your accomplishments but proud of your team. Your pride shows me how good your heart is.

I chose you because you love to share your love for music, food, animals, family, friends, and me with me. I love you because you share your ups and downs and your rants about life with me. I chose you because you’re not at all what I dreamt to bump into. You’re so much more than that.

You’re not perfect, none of us are, but you are perfect for me and always has been and because you remind me every day how much you mean to me, how amazing, cheeky and handsome I think you are and how much you make me want to love you more than yesterday.

I chose you because we can be our true selves around each other and that is exactly who we love. I chose you because most of the time we are goofy and silly with each other, because life is entirely too short to be serious all the time, so we have our laughs and know when to be serious.

I love you because in your arms is where I find peace, home, happiness and because your cheeky, close eyed boob jiggling smile is absolutely unforgettable, your laughter is the most warming thing to me, your eyes are filled with the most genuine kindness for people, your kisses literally erase all my anxiety and worry and you are my drug.

I chose you because I wouldn’t want to experience life changing things without you or with anyone else. I chose you because you no matter how many times i say it, even after the darkest of times, your are my great adventure that I want to be on and live with all my life.

I chose you, because, I just did. Because I just do. Because that’s what I do.

T x


Just a note.

Like its an absolute roller coaster ride, I know. I’ve felt a lot of things on this journey..pained, hurt, mislead, confused, mad, angry, shock, disbelief, lost, abandoned, cheated, fooled- but that’s the end of the list of ‘negative feelings’ that I’ve felt.

But what I’ve never felt is regret in falling in love with you. Its different to the regret of wanting to meet you or not at all. But in the abyss of it, I’ve never felt regret loving you. The list of ‘bad’ is limited but every new happy day, when the old newspapers have been chucked into the wastepaper basket, I feel rejuvenated, love that tickles my belly, love that lifts, puts the biggest goddamn smile on that’s ever paid a visit to my face.Knowing you are there, makes my heart swell with joy- joy I didn’t know existed before or joy that I never thought I could have or need. It’s like I opened the windows one morning and you swooshed in like the wind and swiped me off my feet, took my breath away and sat me up on the highest mountain top, the prettiest point on earth and said ‘there you go, you deserve that view, that spot and this joy. Its all yours to keep. You deserve it because you are you and I’d do anything to give you all that and more’

The negatives are definitely short lived because the sun shines after the rainfall. I realize that I don’t understand the negative feelings but I also know that one should never lose the understanding of their self worth. If it hurts, and it will hurt like hell, like the earth is ripping you up, but if it hurts, you must confront it. You must set your boundaries, ask the right questions and if you are faced with blankness, you have your answer. You must let go. When it rips you up, you must let go…

…because those who think that you matter, won’t put you in this place and if they did, they will fight as hell to bring you back.

-T x


A new beginning.

As 2016 races towards the finish line, I try and reflect on it and think of the new year that will be soon upon us. What I can do better and what mistakes I should not repeat.

If I’ve learned anything this year, it is that I will never be ready for what life throws at me. I won’t have the right words when it counts, I may be rash and disgruntled even when I try to be calm and composed. I won’t know what to chose when fate itself is staring down at me especially when I know what’s right and what’s wrong, but you want what’s bad. But I now know that I don’t always need to have the right answer. I don’t always need to ‘do the right thing’ as long as I know and believe in my gut and instincts.

I’ve learned that knowing what your true worth is, is the biggest discoveries of life. And allowing another to tarnish your true worth is the single most conscious decision one can do. Its always deliberate. Its just easier to stay and endure than leave and think that your world will fall apart.

I’ve learned I can go on waiting for something, sustained by hope and nothing more- or I can put it aside and shrug my shoulders but I seldom do. I’ve learned that I’m the kind of person who’d seek hope and believe in blind faith knowing I’ve been let down and I can’t change myself. I believe in giving not one, but many chances and everytime I’ve put my foot down, I’ve lifted it right back.

I can bravely accept the fact that I can’t keep my heart safe any more than I can stop love from taking everything from me. But the understanding of what self destruction  can do is maybe what courage is. To not let it affect me. To not let it take away or know that I am responsible for it.

I have learned to stop saying yes when I don’t mean it and to live as authentically as I know how to. To be bare bones against the storm and be proud of being raw, real and honest. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light at the end of the tunnel.  And as one door opens and another closes, I will move forward with the knowledge that unlike so many others, I have another year ahead of me, another shot at making it all the way around the sun, and a chance to get it right this time round. Or maybe to make more viable choices. Maybe make the hard choices. To give up when needed and to give in when you know its the right thing to do. To let go when all you’ve done is held on.

As 2017 hurtles towards us, I will hope to be wiser and if not wiser, be stronger to take the things that push me down with a smile and not anger. I will learn that a smile is the most beautiful thing I have and can wear and it is the reflection to my soul. I know that I am kind and compassionate and self admiration is sometimes your own strength.

I hope everyone else realizes their own worth, their own flaws and admire themselves regardless because you are all you have.

Welcoming 2017 with open arms and ready to ride the new adventures. Merry Christmas y’all!

Peace & gummy worms,

-T. x

A meh day.

Some days, you just feel like meh. I’ve been sick lately and my ‘person’ who kind of gets me through everything really have been on leave so I have no one to go to. So I’m just slouching on a couch in my head. My mind just wanders around in circles and I’m not quite sure whether my head has swollen or that is just my eyes. Its all a bit clouded and blurry and meh.

I hate these phases. I need to just drink some soup and cry on the couch. Well not really. I’m usually more positive than that (maybe) but on days like this, a grown adult turns into a child and I would rather have F come over and tell me shit and laugh with me. Soup needs to be fed, sitcoms must be watched and life needs to happen. Or not. I’m just comfortable with life not happening right now. Just blue.

I cannot think of one exciting thing right now. I’ve had a great weekend, one of the most amazing, relaxing, comforting, perfect weekend, doing exactly what I love, spending it with exactly who I want to and being exactly where I wanted to be. I had the most successful Sunday too, first day of the week, bring Will Smith down and host to him (job perks?) and have praises rain down for the efforts. Come Monday, my person has left town on holiday, I’m exhausted after the surge of events, the relaxed weekend has vanished and I’m left with no voice (no idea how that happened!), a bad case of flu and fever, lost appetite and insomnia.

Seriously. Seriously? Seriously!

So now, I’m all mopey faced, red eyed, tired and don’t like people. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me and try not to breathe if you are in the vicinity. When you breathe it annoys me. Or something similar. *Looks for bubble to reside in for a few days* Worse, I expect a happy call or a pick me up from the person, but the person is away. My sister is away. So basically everyone sucks. Plain, blatant- sucks.

And because everything sucks, there is no nice way of saying it. Probably not the best thing to say on a public blog where everyone is amazing and reads and leaves wonderful comments, what would the best way to be all people loving, rosy and cheerful again? A suggestion that wouldn’t be curling up on the couch with your favorite person, watching sitcoms and getting hair stroked and soup fed that is.

Yoga you say? Even my dogs or my dog and his dog friend haven’t been able to raise my spirits too much. Help!

-T x


There are a few different types of it. Therapy that is. Some people associate therapy with a big leather chair and a pair of spectacles assessing the subjects on a brown leather couch. They associate therapy with white washed walls, a window with the sun peering through and a white vase of bright flowers (a sign of positivity). For some, therapy is meditating. Time away from time. Time away from people and things and places and responsibility. Therapeutic.

Therapy also takes the form of hobbies; cooking, art, yoga, reading, travel.

I was told I need therapy. I should see someone and ‘talk’ to someone. I had a small war raging inside of me thinking about the positives and negatives of Therapy. Should I see someone? Why do I need to see someone? Do I have a problem? I don’t really think I have one that I can’t identify. I was too posh, too perfect, too intact (delusional) to go to therapy. Little miss fancy. But the truth is, I was terrified of what therapy might bring. I don’t need someone to talk to ‘figure me out’. Or so I thought. I know I may be stereotypical about the whole idea and it does help a lot of people. People who can’t talk to themselves or to people. Maybe commutation difficulties. Point being, I didn’t think therapy was right for me and I was too scared to give it a shot. What if they made me do what I didn’t want to? Make me forget what I didn’t need to?

Today I discovered the kind of therapy I need. I’m not a white walls and bright flower pot kind of person. And you know what, I think I could even do the white walls if I had to now. I could stare back at the spectacles and run with it. I am now okay with the idea of the walls, the spectacles, the leather couch, the intent gaze. Because my dear person, you’ve made me realize that just a little bit of attention goes a long way. It is the therapy that works the best. Love and attention.

Therapy to me, my friend, is you. A listening ear, a comforting hug, a cup of coffee, a silly comment, a cheeky grin, good music, the wind sneakily blowing through a small window crevasse, the first morning sunshine. That’s real therapy. Good conversation, in any setting, and knowing that someone cares, can heal wounds that haven’t even been born yet. That’s the kind of therapy that touches not just the mind, but the heart and soul.

So my person, I’d like to thank you for being my person. For being the comforting touch, the healing hug, the smile on my face and for picking me up everytime I fall. I’d like to thank you for being the therapy and the therapist and everything in between. I can ‘see someone’ but I’ve realized that there is nothing one can’t tell another who they are comfortable with and there are very slim chances that, that route may not work. Sometimes all you need is someone who cares. You maybe my downfall but you are my pick-me-up. There is so much power in a strong gaze, a stare right into the eyes, a mirror into the soul. I believe you now. But not a person you pay to listen to you, but a person who stares into your eyes and tells you how much their life would be incomplete with you and your sanity. There is so much power in commitment, in trust, in faith. There is so much that the two together can rebuild. I’ve been wandering around to find the meaning of a soulmate. A true soulmate who’s souls reflect each other’s. Therapy to me is having found that soulmate and allowing them to heal you. Therapy is counting stars under the night sky. Listening to the rain. A puppy dog with lots of fur. A healing of the soul that no number of countless hours in sessions can bring. They may reach your brain but can they heal your heart? They can tell you and teach you and ‘talk you out’ of your crazies but belief- only another who really wants your crazies yet needs to you keep your sanity,  can teach you.

I never had a doubt on who you were but I always doubted the flaws of society, the flaws of reality that push and pull us and tear us down. People need therapy because we are bruised by words, trends and lack of faith. I too didn’t have it. I didn’t have faith. On no one, on no thing or place. I sometimes didn’t know if I could trust myself. The world is a stage after all and you’re just an act. I thought we were merely playing our parts. That is not entirely false, we are playing our part but that very stage helps create our own little story too. I now have faith in my little story.

Therapy to me is having found that story. Therapy to me is having found the people who will play their roles. To me, therapy is knowing and having discovered what I want my story to be and who I want in it. Therapy to me is having someone to build my story with me, fix the plot as we go, fill it with creativity, help me make the best story there ever can be.

So thank you my person, for making me realize what I was throwing away. For gazing into my eyes and making me believe that not all hope is lost. For touching my soul and saying that mine mirrors yours and it would be incomplete if I tore it up. For telling me, even if the second, the third, the fourth chances are gone, the fifth will be created and you’ll help fix. For planting a seed today that will be a tree tomorrow. A very healthy, strong tree. A tree that can’t be uprooted.

– T x

I dream.

I sometimes dream of peace. Sometimes I just want the mind to shut down and stop thinking, stop wandering about. To think of nothing. Sometimes I want to care about nothing. Feel nothing. That’s a trick one. To feel nothing. I never stop. I start my day, sometimes at 4.30am in the morning, I go to work like 80% of the people in this country and keep at it, my mind is rushing but it has no time to breathe, to heal, it keeps running. Sometimes I want to slow down but that wouldn’t help either. You paste a face, the default expression that works for 95% of the days and pull a brave one and keep going. It’s only at times like today, when it’s 10.32pm at night and my weary eyes can’t keep up with my brain and my aching bones long for a snuggle, I can’t stop. The mind won’t stop wondering. There is a peace that is missing. That is stolen. While the world lays comfortably and settles into the goodnight, here I am fighting to stay up because I can’t settle. I cannot go gently into that goodnight. 

I dream of snow capped mountains and little buds of yellow blooming on the side of the hills. I dream of the winds blowing bare in my face. I can feel the cool breeze behind my ears and my freshly shaved head. I dream of puppy dogs wandering about on the fresh earth beneath my naked feet. I can almost feel the chills of the cool weather give me goose pimples under my maroon robes and I look up at the glistening sun over the hills that give me a small tear of joy while the edges of my mouth curl up into a smile. I dream of nature and the smell of fresh leaves all around me. The morning dew glistening on the bluebells and the rain of the previous night which has washed away the non-existent worries of yesterday. I can almost hear the beautiful hymns in the background and smell the incense sticks incessentantly burning away, giving fragrance to my soul. So pure, so divine. Oil lamps burning in a distance, little kids learning the good way of life. 

I dream the time when desire, lust, greed, expectation didn’t exist and a day when there would be no more wants, just the eagerness to give selflessly. I dream of living in a heaven where kindness is in abundance.

For we fear to die to go to hell, not knowing that hell is what we live in because we could never discover the heaven that we already have. 

-T x.