There was a place I went for lunch which looked every bit like a sports bar or perhaps a brewery, but the menu was entirely Spanish. Or, at least, the words on the menu corresponded to popular Spanish dishes, but their habit of cooking tapas like Irish pub food seemed ill-advised. The potatoes were baked or fried until they wrinkled up from old age and covered with some form of ketchup or paprika sauce. There were also meatballs, mini hot dogs on skewers, and other things I wouldn’t care to name.

In the evening I wandered aimlessly for a bit trying to find a place to eat, but I found the hills prohibitive to a long walk. I ended up at a ramen place. This is probably an example of a restaurant that in an earlier era would have been worth a special trip to San Francisco, but now you can find ramen just about anywhere. It is still good.

(Photo: Chinatown, San Francisco.)

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