If I may digress, I envy you guys in San Francisco. One of the most memorable trips of my life was to that area. My wife's aunt had a wonderful house in Oakland overlooking the bay which was being rebuilt even better after the great firestorm of 1991. My wife and I, pre-children, were able to travel throughout the area visiting friends. One, a guitarist who lived in heart of the city, was able to show us the night life and restaurants. One of my fraternity brothers from my town of Blackstone, Va lived in the Napa Valley. He had gone west to study oenology, fermentation science and viticulture at UC Davis (where else would one go to study oenology, fermentation science and viticulture?). At one time, his signature could be found on all Christian Brothers wines, but he was with Fetzer at the time of our visit. I will never forget visiting vineyard tasting rooms with him. He would invariably be recognized and asked to try something (wife and I included). After tasting, he would say "That's really nice. Are you pouring anything old today?." The guy/girl would look one way and then the other, lean down behind the tasting bar, and pull out something really good. I got hammered. It just didn't seem right to me to spit out such excellent wine. Anyway, I am very proud of my friend. It is a long, long way from Blackstone, Va to the wine country of Napa Valley, and I am not just talking about the distance. He got out of wine making after 20 years or so and now is a wine and wine grape broker. He held a dinner party for us (everybody brought wine, of course - yours truly got hammered again) that included abalone. Try explaining abalone to someone from the east coast who really enjoys scallops and shellfish. They find it difficult to believe that something so large and awesome exists.
In summary, in my mind, you live in a magical place. In retrospect, that memory may have been affected by the copious amounts of wonderful alcohol I imbibed throughout the trip. When I return, I will invest in a personal spit bucket.