Conveniently it's on the BART line. The stated reason for going was to meet Elliot (currently lonely, with his family on the East Coast) as it's about half-way between WC and Palo Alto, but the real reason was Gialina Pizzeria, which Hannah had heard about and wanted to see if they matched her homemade efforts. How could they?
Before stuffing our face with pizza we hiked up through Glen Canyon Park, a massive green swath left undeveloped right in the heart of the neighbourhood. It is ringed by obviously expensive houses, and has a certain Jurassic Park feel with signs warning of coyotes. The closest we came was a dog that looked like Lassie.
We kept ascending, and eventually found ourselves at the Sutro Tower, the huge three-pronged aerial that dominates the SF skyline (and always sits above the fog). By now we had strayed from Glen Park into Clarendon Heights, so swiftly retraced our steps and rendezvoused with Dana, Amir and Ayal, stopping off on their way back from the city to their hotel in Cupertino.
As for the restaurant, it did not disappoint, with the Yukon Gold Potatoes and the Pesto pizzas being the stand-outs for me. Hannah claims that their exemplary crust is due to a wood fired oven - no guessing what she'll be asking for this Christmas. I'm not sure our rental agreement allows for that, but we'll see. Anyway, we left the South Bayers to travel down there while we returned north-east, having added another destination to our tour itinerary for the next time you come to visit.
While the cat's away, Elliot does crazy things like come out for coffee.
Into the urban wild.
At the top of the hill.
Looking down on the city, and Market Street carving everything in two.
The tower.
Unspeakably cute! And Ayal.
Gialina's new advertisement.
Father and son.
While I distract Hannah and Dana by taking a photo, Elliot takes advantage.
