The HG goes SF
Sep 18
My trip to San Fran was very…. expensive. Prada and Coach were my neighbours, DSW stared at me through my window, Versace was around the corner and Guess and Holt Renfrew greeted me up the street. But, needless to say, I wasn’t complaining. The shopping here is like no other. And so is the weather. Contrary to popular belief, just because the city is located in California, does not mean that it produces oranges either. Bloody freezing. We - George the host, Chris, the cameraman and I, all had to purchase winter gear, to keep from frost bite. Ok, I’m exaggerating. George and Chris praised the weather being so cool. Apparently it’s cool/ freezing all year round, and especially so in the summer time which is their winter oddly enough. But enough about the climate, let’s talk about the food - my favourite subject. San Fran is HUGE on their crab legs, known as the crab leg capital of the world. It definitely live up to its title! Do your taste buds a favourite and head to The Crab House at Pier 39. Executive Chef Andrea Froncillo is a seafood God! A master chef, owning 7 restaurants in San Francisco, he creates wonders by mixing seafood with Italian tradional dishes… and sex. Yes, I said sex. Check out his website at sexandthekitchen.com. Not only does he cook well, he…… never mind. Just check it out!
Supperclub. This is a whole different category of things to do and see in San Fran. I’ll paint you a picture: You eat in bed, get spanked with a paddle, get Tequila poured down your throat, transvestites are your servers and nudity and sex is encouraged. Probably one of most unique - for lack of better words- crowd, food, concept, that I have ever experience. And I loved it. It’s like nothing you have ever seen before. HG honour.
Oh, and you’ve probably never seen so many sealions in your life, in one place, at one time, then at Pier 39. How did they all get there? Why won’t they leave? Nobody knows……..