Killer Recipe: Capsicum Toffee Cream Cheese

So I made this for my family Christmas table, it really is a once-a-year thing (for me) but it is cheap to make and truly delicious! I was a little nervous because I was given the recipe by word of mouth, but I was very lucky it worked out even better than expected! Very versatile, you could easily substitute ingredients to suit taste or occasion.

INGREDIENTS
2 x blocks of philadelphia cream cheese
1 x cup malt vinegar
1 x cup brown sugar
1 x cup of water
1 x red capsicum, sliced
sprinkle of chilli flakes (optional)
pinch of fresh rosemary (optional)
handful of dried cranberries (optional, I added because it was Christmas)

METHOD
- Arrange cream cheese in a dish (the aim is for it to sort of look like a log)
- If you are adding anything extra (I added dried cranberries this time,) place them on top and around the cheese.
- Place sugar, vinegar, water in a saucepan, bring to boil.
- It should be a rolling boil all over, not too fast, not too small or slow, stir frequently.
- Add sliced capsicum, stir.
- Boil for 20-40min until liquid reduces and starts to become sticky
- Test regularly by drizzling a little bit on a cold plate, after 30sec you should see whether it is becoming 'sticky and sauce-like' or if it needs more time on the stove.
- When liquid reaches desired consistency, pour over cream cheese.
- Leave to set, can be stored in refrigerator but is best served at room temperature.

Best made on the day you plan on serving it, make sure you include a spoon as well as a cheese knife to serve!

New Orleans, New Awlins

Here goes, my first ever blog post from an iPad! Guess I'll finish it off on Mark's laptop later, we are finishing off our last night in New Orleans and what a relaxing and beautiful way to (almost) end a fantastic and successful holiday!

The drive from Houston to New Orleans was pretty tiring, it took about seven hours all up and we left at 7am. It was a smooth ride until we were about 4 miles out of New Orleans, where we simultaneously hit a freeway closure and our GPS decided to direct us around in circles while we searched for our car return. Although our comfy car was air-conditioned, the sun was beating down and we were hungry, sustaining on a bag of trail mix and water - the very thought of another stop at a fast food restaurant turned my stomach (and it really is fried chicken, shrimp, crawfish over here, you get over it after you have eaten it... once). We managed to hold it together but were fairly out of words by the time we managed to return our car at New Orleans airport!



The cab ride from the airport to our accommodation was great because in New Orleans it's a flat rate! Our cab driver was also very helpful and let us prebook our ride back to the airport on Wednesday, boxes were already ticked there. We decided to stay in a Bed and Breakfast in New Orleans and made an excellent choice in a restored Southern-style house called Ashtons. We immediately felt better than right at home, with cake and cookies waiting for us, along with two friendly cats (Boots and Leon) and pretty much the best shower I have ever had!

Our room, which was called 'Jazz Festival' - check out the bed!

We had an antique bed that I had to climb up a little step to get into, and finally, a blessing for us both - a room with a ceiling fan for us to sleep under! The friendly advice of our host Patrick (along with amazing breakfasts) ensured we packed as much as possible into our three day stay.

It's true that New Orleans is really special, I didn't arrive expecting anything (hmm I'm a bit stuck for adjectives) but it's sort of like a melding of Brunswick Street (Melbourne), Byron Bay and Newtown - all the best bits of course!



The weather was about 31-34 degrees and it was definitely beer and margarita heat! We spent a great deal of our time walking around the French Quarter, which was pretty rowdy on the first day we arrived (a Sunday) as the New Orleans Saints were playing a game. One of many good things about New Orleans is there doesn't seem to be such a separation between locals and tourists. It's more that they are inviting you into their world a little, and you can go ahead and enjoy how you please.

New Orleans is colourful and musical and boozy and sure at times can be a little tacky, but there is a strange sense of earthiness and community and acceptance as well. It's definitely the place I would live if I were stuck in my 21 year old body, it's cheeky and idealistic and slightly melodramatic! I would love to visit regularly if I lived in LA or San Francisco, anywhere in the USA actually, there is just a sense of real here, the brand names and chain stores are missing and there is a live band playing in practically every bar along Bourbon Street, even midweek daytime, promise!



So we spent one of our days doing a self-guided walk through the 'Garden District' and Magazine Street where we walked around gawking at huge Southern Mansions, including those of John Goodman (bought from Trent Reznor!), Anne Rice and Nicholas Cage. We beat the heat by having ice cream at Sucre and greeting the local pussycats who were sunning themselves outside of local houses and stores.

Honey Island Swamp.



Today we did another walk in our local (more 'Creole') area up 'The Esplanade' past the Degas House to the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA) then rushed back home to go on a Honey Island Swamp Tour. Who'd ever think we would be so excited about watching some alligators? It was great learning about the local wildlife and 'swamp life' - there are still people living along the swamp crabbing for a living and getting on with ahem, a pretty redneck type of existence! We also learned a few things first hand about Hurricane Katrina which was fairly confronting. There certainly is a resilience amongst the people here and most we have came into contact with have bounced back fairly well.

We finished off our stay with trashy cable TV in bed ('Extreme Couponing!') and cups of tea after a final shower in the best shower in the world. Our early flight means a 5am start and we are not looking forward to it!

Now back to LA for the long journey home...

Bigger than Texas!

After an all-too-short stay with Michelle in LA (more on that later), we boarded our flight for San Antonio to start off the Texas leg of our trip. San Antonio - what a pleasant surprise! We picked up our second hire car at the airport and headed to Hotel Havana, an oasis and one of the most impressive hotels we have stayed in, suited us right down to the ground. Photos just don't do it any justice, but a visit to the website will give you a better feel for it. It just had a lovely sense of space with large airy rooms, hardwood floors and crisp linen - not to mention the most covetable fridge in the world! (to me, anyway).

Hotel Havana, San Antonio.

Our room opened right out onto a beautiful balcony.

Our hire car, a Lincoln MKT. Huge!

San Antonio would be the perfect long weekend away - if we lived in LA or San Francisco. It's a rather flat city with a tourist precinct built along a river. The element that connects downtown San Antonio is a thoroughfare called the 'Riverwalk' and it is gorgeous; more like a European canal. We saw lots of ducks and water birds, squirrels and even a turtle as we were walking along!

The San Antonio Riverwalk. (Sorry about the dark photo of Mark, it's all I have!)

Hotel Havana was located about 5 minutes walk from all of the action, and I must admit the tourist area (which is something I usually avoid) is really attractive and amenable. We only had 24 hours in San Antonio so we visited the San Antonio Museum of Art and The Alamo, not before visiting the local IMAX theatre to watch the story of The Alamo (seems this is a sacred moment in American history but like parts of Australian history, it's sort of questionable!)

The Alamo.



The rather odd but very enjoyable Mi Tierra restaurant - open 24 hours per day since 1941!

We also visited the landmark restaurant, Mi Tierra. The only way of describing this restaurant is by saying the interior felt like living inside a Christmas tree! If I were a child this would surely be my favourite restaurant in the world. We enjoyed gigantic helpings of food and a mariachi band played us a 'happy' Mexican song, which was the song from the 'One Tonne Rodeo' Holden ad a few years back. We fairly rolled right out of there and tried to walk it off...shame that this part of America is all about driving!

A surprise for us both was that San Antonio had it's own 'Market Square' or 'El Mercado.' It was sort of an indoor Mexican Market with lots of stalls selling all of the touristy stuff... just that Mexican touristy stuff is sooo good! We stocked up on a few embroidered shirts and platters and I'm glad we did because we didn't see anything similar elsewhere in Texas.

The beautiful Ocho.

Mark sets up office.

Before leaving the following morning, we ate the most beautiful meal at the hotel cafe, Ocho. This has to be one of my favourite meals of this trip, Mark and I sat up above the river in a glass conservatory-style room, shaded by magnolia trees and palm fronds. I had some fantastic 'huevos ranchero' which was a 'little' plate of scrambled eggs, grilled banana, chorizo patty, tortilla and refried beans. The cool breeze blew in and we considered the drive ahead. I think we were both a little disappointed to leave San Antonio so soon!

It was an easy 3 hour drive to Houston where we had some more family-type stuff to do. My attempts at eating there were rather unsuccessful and we ended up at Wholefoods (a sort of upscale supermarket, Sydney needs a few!) for two meals because I was seriously feeling a lack of nutrition!


The Rothko Chapel for those of all beliefs and denominations.

The Cy Twombly Gallery.

The most pleasant surprise with Houston was The Menil Collection - which is a group of art museums funded by a very, very wealthy family which includes the Rothko Chapel and Cy Twombly Gallery. This was special and evoked some emotion, particularly the large rooms of Twomblys! But driving around all the time in Houston evoked a different type of emotion. The hot weather and long periods on the road (even in our comfy car) meant I sort of felt stale for much of the time, even though we stayed in the very nice Hotel Magnolia.


The Hotel Magnolia, Houston.

We wound up our trip to Texas with a 7 hour drive to New Orleans, but more on that later :)

love, Big Sur.

Part of the Big Sur coast.

This morning Mark & I woke up to the sound of raindrops and wondered if our trip south to Big Sur and The Henry Miller Library would be worth it. What an adventure! And completely worthwhile it was...now I truly feel as though we are on holiday.

We set out in the pelting rain, and in Mark's words: "It was bucketing down - interesting drive along the coast when you can't see a foot in front of you, you're driving on the wrong side of the road, & the drop to the right is a few hundred feet." I was just glad that I was not at the wheel...



The Henry Miller Library.

In the cloud and torrential rain the view really looked no different to the Sydney coastline. But upon arriving at the library we were welcomed by the sight of a little wooden lodge? cabin? and once we were safely inside we were surrounded by books, posters, memorabilia, a few guys on macs happily typing away on the free wi-fi. Everything was sort of cosy and interesting - not to mention meeting a very friendly pussycat who was hopping from lap to lap saying hello!

Inside The Henry Miller Library.

Fortified, we stepped back out to the car and on to the famous Big Sur Bakery for lunch. I gasped appreciatively at the sight of a real coffee machine, and we feasted on turkey noodle soup and peach pastries. This was the closest I have eaten to Sydney food and I say that in an entirely complimentary way, especially after trying Dennys for the first time yesterday! After finishing lunch, the sun came out, and we thoroughly enjoyed our drive back to Monterey, this part of the world is gorgeous in a pretty special way!

So, what's so special about Big Sur? I can't exactly say. There is very little information available on what it is exactly, but it is basically one road that runs between the forest and the ocean for about 30 miles? - and it offers the best of both worlds. There are a handful of very expensive resorts but other than that there are a few campgrounds and not very much in the way of tourist attractions. Which leads me to the very reason that people go - to experience the natural environment in the first person, I guess! I really hope one day Mark and I can return and hike around, and without sounding too trite, to simply enjoy nature, and maybe enjoy one of the famous concerts held on the grass outside The Henry Miller Library, such as those given recently buy The Arcade Fire and Thurston Moore!


Schoolhouse at Big Sur.

Monterey.

Monterey's famed 'Cannery Row.' Sort of sad they fished out the entire place in 20 years and everything had to shut down. (Whoops, sorry to start sounding negative!)

Yesterday we bid goodbye to San Francisco and started our trip down Highway 1 to LA. We are giving ourselves 5 days to do it which has turned out to be an excellent idea, we have slowed ourselves down considerably and we have more time to put our feet up and enjoy the moments between bursts of activity. The slower end-of-summer pace here certainly soothes the nerves and the coastal landscape actually looks quite similar (so far) to that between Stanwell Park - Wollongong in Sydney, not sure what I was expecting, but sort of surprised about that!

Monterey.

The most unexpected thing I thought I'd say at this point is our Youth Hostel is outstanding! After the shock of a bunkbed sleeping arrangement in San Francisco we are actually now in a room that is mostly UNDERGOUND! So at first... this was not that pleasing but it was certainly not enough to ruin our mood or our day or anything. But the service here has been just so friendly - free home cooked pancakes and waffles for beakfast, where they tell you to sit down while THEY COOK, big comfy lounges with footrests (sort of like a business class airline seat!), shared food etc. all in the 'YHA spirit,' now this place has got soul and I'm really glad we are staying here. We are just a block or two from Cannery row, and the tourist advice here from the front desk has been spot on every time, even re-selling us an aquarium ticket used by another family earlier in the day for half price - now that's service!

So, why Monterey? Well, from what Mark and I can gather this is a pretty pristine 'tourist town' between San Francisco and LA. It seems pretty wealthy and set up for visitors to enjoy, with a few tourist trap restaurants and attractions along the way (but nothing too tacky). It's sort of like a 'Bowral by the sea' - somewhere where people come to get married or wealthy retirees come to enjoy a weekend. There are sea birds and fresh air, and at certain times of the year, whales and seals (I'm sad they're not here at the moment though!)

The John Steinbeck Center.

The Steinbeck House.

Today we went to the National Steinbeck Center & House in a little town called Salinas (which we are told, is a fairly 'typical' Californian town). We visited the John Steinbeck exhibit (of course) and I guess I'll be re-reading some of his texts in the coming months. It's great that these things exist, and there is an audience to support it!

Monterey Bay Aquarium.

Jellyfish at the aquarium.

We finished up today at the Monterey Bay Aquarium which has been awesome, awesome. We watched sea otters, a great white shark, seahorses, jellyfish, you name it! If I were a local I'd return again and again. Such a lovely way to spend the afternoon, there is no way you could pass this by if you were to visit Monterey!

On the way home we had to stop to buy some bananas (24c each!) at of all places... Target! It was in one of those huge industrial estates where they just seem to sell EVERYTHING, it was novel, that's for sure! Of course I also looked at the Missoni for Target range and there were only 3-4 remnants left overall, and a big sign saying 'this is all that is currently available.' Oh well, just a week or two late I guess!

Tomorrow we continue our literary path with a visit to the Henry Miller Library, and maybe we will squeeze in a bike ride if there is time... there are lovely bike tracks here and everything seems relatively flat!

Fort Mason, Golden Gate Park, Alcatraz, Friends and Anniversaries!

Skyline of San Francisco from the Alcatraz Ferry.

So Sunday was our first Wedding Anniversary, and we woke up with big plans... to walk the Golden Gate bridge! I'm not sure what happened (maybe it was the bunkbed sleeping situation) but we were sort of over-optimistic about how far we could walk after some pretty heavy walking the two days previous.

Mark takes a break on our bunk at the Downtown YHA.

Fort Mason Park.

We didn't EXACTLY head out in the wrong direction but it became clear pretty early we weren't going to make the distance in good spirits. We did instead, however take a rather lovely walk along Fort Mason and through the very well kept neighbourhood of Pacific Heights, which ended up being quite enjoyable in itself. Oh, and if I ever have money drop on me from the sky I'd like an apartment at 3665 Scott Street please, you can look that up on google maps if you feel curious :)

Palace of Fine Arts.

The De Young Museum.

We visited the rather extraordinary and monolithic Palace of Fine Arts (once used to house telephone books!) and then caught a cab over to Golden Gate Park to visit the De Young Museum. First, there is no way I could do justice to just how good the viewing platform is in this museum. Second, Golden Gate Park is just so vibrant and beautiful, and if I ever return I'd be attempting to do and see more there. In the short time we were passing through we saw rock 'n roll dancing, a big brass band and segway tours, we didn't have the time to properly take much of it in at all. So many people were sunning themselves on the grass with friends or riding around on a bike, I just got the feeling that this might as well be a place for me if I return.

Happy first wedding Anniversary to us!


We finished the day with a pretty special anniversary dinner at a restaurant called Aziza, recommended to us by our San Franciscan friend Deb. Well, I could get more used to dinners like this! We had meatballs and grilled grapes on skewers, de-boned chicken wings and the most wonderful grilled flatbreads with home made spreads. Not as expensive as Sydney, I even enjoyed a few glasses of wine and we came in under $150, not bad at all for something attempting to be a little more special. We even managed to hold prolonged conversation after hanging out for four days straight, so a gold star for both Mark and myself!

Alcatraz.

Today we hopped on the ferry to take the quintessential tour of Alcatraz. Sort of dragging our feet at the idea of doing something overly 'touristy,' this was all rather well-organised and efficient, it ended up being informative and enjoyable! We boarded the ferry and took the 10min ride to the island, where we took an excellent audio tour of the buildings and learned about the history in some more detail. It ended up being one of the highlights of my San Francisco stay, so by all means do it if you visit.

We finished off our day visiting our San Franciscan (is that how you put it?) friend Deb, who we met in our Sydney yoga class earlier this year (she was visiting Sydney for work and was disciplined enough to find a local yoga class!) She kindly invited us to one of her 'weekly barbeques' that she holds at her house in Mountain View. It was raining, so about 7 of us ended up around the kitchen table eating home made apple pie made from the tree in her backyard! Funnily enough, this has ended my visit to San Francisco perfectly. Even though attractions, fancy food and shopping can be dazzling, good conversation and friendship is what makes these experiences truly satisfying. Quite a few people at the table had either been to/are going to Australia and gobbled up the Tim Tams I brought along. I also knew once and for all I was in Silicon Valley, sitting at a table with 2 x googlers, an aeronautical engineer, a robotics engineer, a network security specialist and a drama teacher (ha! San Francisco!)

We leave San Francisco in the morning for Monterey, giving our tired feet and stretched wallets a bit of a rest as we hit the road for a few days of driving. It has been a little rainy and San Francisco city is now full of corporate visitors for a Java/Oracle conference, so it definitely feels like our time has come to leave.

I hope to be able to pass on some more news from the road!

Farmers Market, Shopping, The Mission (sort of)

Hey, glad you enjoyed my first San Francisco blog post! Tonight I type to you from our nook in the Downtown YHA, there is no TV here so computer time rules. I need to confess now I made a pretty terrible mistake today... we cheerfully checked out of our rather lovely hotel to slum it for a few days, and we weren't too concerned because I had managed to book a private room and all... and then we turned up to check in... and it IS a private bedroom... just with a BUNKBED! Not to mention it's our first wedding anniversary tomorrow, so umm, it's not exactly the most romantic situation you could find yourself in! At the moment Mark is wedged in opposite me between the wall and the bunkbed ladder... not quite what we were imagining, but we will just have to make the best of it for a few days! Sort of hilarious really, and nostalgic for Mark, apparently he has stayed at this very hostel in his younger years :)

San Francisco Farmers Market.

Mark at the Farmers Market.

This morning we woke up and headed down to the famous San Francisco Farmers Market in the Ferry Building, as this is apparently what local people do on Saturdays. I'd like to say it would be a very enjoyable thing for somebody who enjoys waiting in lines, I actually found very little pleasure in the whole experience and would prefer a trip to Bangalow anytime, now that's a relaxing and memorable Farmers Market experience!

First I need to point out that despite hearing to the contrary, good coffee is still a major problem in the USA, this unfortunately includes San Francisco. Even more disappointing is that tea here as we know it is virtually non existent! So there is this one brand of coffee called Bluebottle that everyone goes crazy about. I have been holding off for days because I have heard the lines are frustrating, and is only served in a handful of cafes in San Fran, but today I could no longer wait. I joined the queue down at the Farmers Market and it took me 25 minutes to get my first decent (but not the best I've tasted) USA coffee. I'm sort of confused that this is happening and if I ever have to do anything entrepreneurial in the USA I would be setting up a damn coffee cart every two blocks, it's obvious this place is more than ready for it!

The produce itself at the Farmers Market looked wonderful and if I were a local person I'd surely come down for a weekly fill, we bought a nice tourist photo off an artist and had a good walk around on the pier. All of the produce was very cheap compared to Australia ($1.50 for 3 bananas!), its just a shame we currently have no use for fresh food. So after taking in the sights we walked back up the hill past an anti-corporate demonstration stopping for lunch at La Boulange. Although the USA is full of food to eat I do recommend this place if you're at least making some effort at eating healthy, the salad is actually fresh and crisp and there is a fairly wide range to choose from. Let's face it, America is carbohydrate central, it seems lunch basically translates as 'a trip to the bakery.' But La Boulange, although a bakery, offers some other satisfying stuff as well.

La Boulange.

Anti-corporate demonstration.

After heading back to discover our new 'bunkhouse style' living situation we headed back to the shops for some retail therapy. Wont bore you too much other to say I bought a year's worth of Victoria's Secret bras for about A$120 (unheard of) and Mark bought a new lime green swatch watch :) I pretty much bought a bag full from my (almost) favourite store Anthropologie and will probably make another hack at the credit card in their LA premises. For the Sydney ladies I'll also let you know I saw stock in Zara that is currently sitting on the racks in their Sydney store so they are staying true to their word about distributing their current range widely.

Mexican is Mark's favourite so we headed back into town for dinner at a 'nice' Mexican restaurant called 'Tropisueno' ($8 margheritas!) where i can't seem to get enough of the enchiladas. After that we decided to take the BART to 'The Mission' for some ice cream at the famous Humphry Slocombe ice cream parlour. This is a must do trip! If I were younger, I may like to say, frequent a few of the bars in the area! And the food smells yummy and authentic, murals painted all over the street, everything a little edgy, I'd go as far as saying this is a 'must do' in San Francisco. I had pumpkin 5-spice ice cream (Halloween is coming!) and Mark had milk chocolate malt, YUM!

Humphry Slocombe Ice Cream.

So what about the little day to day differences in San Francisco? What do I see here?
- You definitely need to stand to the right on escalators, and just in general. There are however, many people that just take up the whole escalator :)
- When you hear funny whistles in the street (sort of like a recorder) it's just a hotel concierge trying to call out for a cab.
- If you are riding a bike and would like to take it on a bus, there is a bike rack on the FRONT of the bus where you can store it! The whole bus has to wait for you to get it up there and locked in, I could just never imagine that going down in Sydney.
- Women here love wearing makeup, it seems everyone has a full face on!
- Ladies love to wear the skirt and boot combo, I feel like I am in a mid 1990s video clip, floral skirts (even CULOTTES!) with boots BOOTS!

Store your bike on the front of the bus!

And before I go, some fashion forecasts for the ladies! (All Winter stock is coming in here now...)
- Cardigans Cardigans, knit only, waterfall style or open at the front. These are EVERYWHERE and it's tiring to see!
- Cropped navy military style jackets with brass buttons, cute, I wouldn't mind one of these
- 'Shrunken' knits (sometimes cabled and consisting of a few different colours) which are sort of fun but I'll have to hit the gym hard to feel completely comfy in this one
- Wedge boots, more of a 'lace up at the front' style in a beige or light grey, suede
- Leggings (still) but they are looking increasingly less appropriate and more suburban, I wouldnt say the legging has much further to go
- Jeans are getting wider, or are staying skinny but are getting colourful (yay, something new!)
- Heavy rim glasses (well I dont have bad eyes so I have nothing to say about this!)

So that's my day in San Francisco, my bunkmate is saying he wants to switch off the light shortly so I'd better do the right thing! Tomorrow we are off to walk the Golden Gate Bridge to celebrate our first wedding anniversary, so special!! x

Heart in San Francisco

Hello from San Francisco!

I've been here 2 days already and the time has just flown, mainly due to the mixture of familiarity, discovery and jet lag! The flight was long, and changing planes in the last 2 hours in LA left me almost delirious.. the jet lag has bitten me pretty hard this time and I was awake for a good part of last night, as well as 'napping' today during the Australian night time.

So... what is San Francisco like? What is going on here?
Hotel Rex

Mark and I are staying at the Hotel Rex which is just a block and a half walk from Union Square (the equivalent of Pitt Street Mall.) It's just enough to be in the heart of things, but also a little away from it all. Hotels here are surprisingly expensive... and also pretty rickety and old. So we are staying here for 3 nights, then we are heading tomorrow for the Downtown YHA (a bargain private room) for another 3 days to save a few dollars. I would honestly recommend The Rex to anybody thinking about coming to San Francisco, the whole hotel has a 'book theme' and I'm currently drinking my free daily glass of red wine from their library bar. It's lovely coming back each afternoon to a freshly made up room and the staff here are warm and friendly.

So far, I sort of feel like I'm sort of in Sydney and sort of in Brisbane! Driving in from the airport it felt like Brisbane... but it's obviously not! San Fran certainly lacks the intensity (and self importance) of Sydney and is much more laid back and less self conscious. Clothing is very casual and people are generally more chatty (hard for someone like me who is used to generally ignoring anybody's attempt at eye contact after 4 years in the Eastern suburbs!)

Of course San Fran is a shopping mecca for Australians and Aussie accents can be heard everywhere. It's nice shopping in a Zara store that doesn't look like it's been completely ransacked and customer service, like in New York a few years back, is excellent. I wouldn't say San Fran is entirely as efficient as New York in this sense but it certainly is easier work having help in changerooms and at registers, it makes it all easier spending my hard earned dollars!

Maiden Lane.

I would recommend a walk down Maiden Lane once you are jaded by Westfield and big brand surrounds, sure alot of it is very expensive, but it certainly has a nice feel and is a bit outside of the ordinary. I'm thinking about buying some ballet flats from London Sole in the next few days because they are virtually half the price as they are in Australia.

The Bourbon and Branch.

Food? Well I'm pretty difficult to please because we are lucky to have best of the best in our part of Sydney. We have eaten some good food, sure, but nothing completely stand out. I attempted to get Mark drinking last night at The Bourbon and Branch without much success, but I'd definitely recommend this bar to anyone attempting to impress. It's basically themed around a speak easy and you can't get in without a booking and 'password' at the door. It's dark and rather seductive inside, and the quality of cocktails is second to none, and apparently 'expensive' at $11 (HELLO Sydney prices!) so I had a rather lovely time drinking my cocktail and most of Marks before hitting the pavement again at 7pm.

We are going to the famous Farmer's Market tomorrow and also a 'recommended restaurant' on Sunday so I'll see how we go with the food... one thing for sure is the Mexican is a standout and I can't wait to enjoy more of it!

The Haight - famous for it's 'painted lady' houses.

The row of houses from TV Show 'Full House' - Where's Uncle Joey & Uncle Jesse?

Today we went for a massive walk through The Haight and Golden Gate Park. We were gone for most of the day and had lovely weather to walk around in. We ate breakfast in Kate's Kitchen and I have to say this was the most 'normal' tasting meal I've had so far, even though they served fries with breakfast. My stomach was very thankful about that!

We walked up Haight Street (which is pretty much a hybrid of King Street Newtown and Byron Bay) and Mark took me to the Grateful Dead House. It was a nice walk with lots of colourful things along the way (sometimes a little tense feeling around Fillmore St) and it's something I'd certainly recommend doing.

Japanese Tea Garden.

We ended up in Golden Gate Park, which is basically a bigger and greener version of Sydney's Centennial Park, I could certainly imagine being a regular here if I lived nearby. We visited the Japanese Tea Garden where we found an excellent tea house which was tranquil and calm with a few squirrels hopping about, at least until I had my sunglasses stolen! Despite this frustration, I'd definitely recommend it to any visitor, besides, my lenses were very scratched so their karma has already come back upon them as far as I'm concerned!

So overall, we are really pleased to be in San Francisco. It also makes me feel very fortunate to be living in Sydney, where there are far fewer homeless people, and things are generally newer, cleaner and hip, I guess. Sydney HAS arrived. Don't worry I'm not going to take out my flag and start waving it around yet, but we certainly have it good!