San Francisco - Fisherman's Wharf

Another conference day for me, but Magan went out to get her toes done, and had some unique experiences there.  She then went to a local pizzeria that she had also went to on Monday.  Apparently the waitress and cook liked her southern belle accent, and provided her with a free dessert for coming back.  She said they all waved as she left.

That night we had a chartered bus ride down to Fisherman's wharf area, and I really have no idea how we made it thru those streets without wrecking a car...but the driver made all the turns I would have never even attempted.  At the wharf we didn't have much time before dinner, so we quickly ran out to see the sea lions at Pier 39, then jetted back over to Ghirardelli Square where a vendor was taking us out to dinner.  This was an amazing restaurant with a window seat overlooking the bay with a view of Alcatraz and the golden gate bridge.  Food was amazing...and we at way too much...Magan got the steak she was wanting, and it was D-licious.