Ok, this is the last post I’ll write about Potrero Hill since last night was our last night. It actually reminds me of Alameda. For those of you who haven’t been to my hometown, it’s the type of city where kids caravan into for Halloween. Residents really get into the spirit and love passing out candy to the kids. I plan on going to my folks’ place on Halloween night to do exactly that.
Potrero Hill is in San Francisco where there are more dogs than kids so it’s not going to have that same holiday vibe, but it’s just so adorably residential with the mish mash of older and modern style homes that are smudged next to each other, but different looking with incredible views of downtown. Unlike Potrero Hill, Alameda is flat, but now that I’m older I can definitely see why people choose to live in Alameda. It’s cute and it has character–just like the Potrero Hill neighborhood.
Last night, we went to Ruby Wine Merchant and experienced a flight of unbelievable French wine. For those of you who know me, I stick to California wine like a fly on shit. I do not veer. I do not look at international wines. I go straight down the wine list and hone in on ‘California,’ ‘Sonoma,’ ‘Napa,’ ‘San Luis Obispo.’ But the wines we tasted last night were exceptional at unbelievably reasonable prices for the quality. If you go, you must say hello to the resident black French bull dog. Exactly the type of dog I want.
We’re off to Plow for brunch, then back home to Nob Hill. It’s been a fun little vacation. Bye for now, Potrero!
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