Birds, woods, and lots of hills! No homeless people, though.

There was one dude up at Fisherman’s Wharf whose whole schtick was jumping out at tourists from behind a bush. Along with the “RAAAARRRRGHHH!!”, obviously foreign groups got a bonus: “Welcome to America! What a way to make a living…”

Of note: the Hawaiian-style cafe in Neu Chinatown, the Hawaiian-style cafe in Old Chinatown, and the 70-year-old automatic minstrel show.

Plus the usual Golden Gate and Alcatraz crap.

View the full set of San Francisco photos on Flickr, at a very non-San-Francisco price.

While on our honeymoon we went to this 24-hour diner called MAC 24-7. Our friend JD passed on a recommendation from two of his trusted friends, also at UH Manoa, that the pancakes here were must-have. …AND RATHER GENEROUS. Nothing could have prepared us. As we ordered, the waiter asked us if we were aware that the pancakes were going to be pretty big. We were hungry, and happily agreed to be served what we figured were “big” pancakes. He went away to get them started.

The plates that arrived some minutes later could have held the largest pancake either of us had ever seen. But instead of that, the plates held THREE of the largest pancakes either of us had ever seen. EACH.

Even though the pancakes were very good, by the time we gave up, each final bite felt a bit like a punch to the face.

Blarney!