While meandering back and forth on the Piers, we found this tiny little sign that said something about "Chocolate Tours." Because I am like a stealthy lioness when it comes to hunting down anything to do with chocolate, I saw this and immediately needed to figure out what the deal was. We ended up finding this great little spot.
TCHO Chocolate Factory. AMAZING chocolate, I'm addicted to this stuff now. This guy decided he didn't want to work in cooporate America anymore and he just wanted to make chocolate. If you have a few extra minutes and are interested in fantastic chocolate making, Google this company. This guy is a pure artisan.
Jessica and chocolate? Oh yeah...
They wouldn't let us take pictures in the factory, so I snuck this one. It's the raw products used to make the finished product of chocolate. The cacao pod, beans, powder, butter... etc.
The best picture of the factory I could sneak.
We are totally stylin' in our TCHO issued hairnets and too-small crocs.
See another BushMan? Me too! This was on the complete opposite side of town, and a totally different guy. What a rip off! So me being me and never leaving something unsaid, I went up to him and asked him who was the real ORIGINAL BushMan. He said he was, of course. He was a little better at scaring people (he got all 4 of us), but was a lot bitchier for sure. Hollering at people who didn't tip him, Trash-talking whenever the mood struck him. Not nice.
Hehe, got these guys.
Ghiradelli Square. Not sure if this is where the chocolate got its start, but they sure sold a whole lot of it.
In love with this little cupcake shop in the middle of the square.
Think this chocolate bar was something like $65. Jeeez.
At the beginning of our "Gold Digger" ice cream sundae. Vanilla ice cream, peanut butter, Ghirradelli chocolate, whip cream, nuts, cherry, and topped with an entire Ghirradelli peanut butter chocolate square. Shit... even that woulda been enough. Think we can do it??
I made a valliant effort, but couldn't quite make the cut.
The famous Boudin Sourdough bread company. Most delicious chili in a breadbowl of my life.
A few of the cute little bread-makings.
You can read how the sourdough bread came to be so famous in San Francisco.
The guy behind the scene. Well, not so much behind the scenes but behind the glass bowl.
This is the guy that free-handed a picture for me. I asked him if he could create a "Dark, nasty, stormy night sky." He came through. :) Eventually I will frame the spray-painting and hang it somewhere.
Jake and Shawna shootin some B-Ball outside of the school. That, or in an arcade for 12 year olds. Shawna won, Jake pretty much cried. He's still talkin shit about kicking her butt in a do-over.
Riane and I getting warmed up for our awesome game of SkeetSkeet Ball. Don't know why I gotta be a white chick throwin up gang signs. I look more mentally challanged than anything else.
Riane won, if you couldn't have guessed.
A healthy game of DDR. Shawna stole this game away too! Must be on a birthday roll.
Alcatraz at dusk. Fairly good for no tripod.
Gotta get a group shot every once in a while.
This guy is a rockstar on the "Chapman Stick." Read below for details. He was so amazing, and the sound of this thing was super unique. Made Riane cry.... in PUBLIC!
Jake hadn't quite had his fix of the In-N-Out, so we went back again. This guy was a pretty cool dude, actually, and his dog was really sweet. Dig the sign. At least he's witty.
Each of the 4 of us got to choose one thing that we really wanted to do because we really didn't have enough time to do it all. This was mine... night pictures of the bridge. I tried to get some of the city skyline, but since it took us so long to figure out how to get here the lights were all out by then! Oh well... there will be more cities. So this is my favorite shot of this day.
I know this is a little out of focus, a little weird for the common person, but I love it for some reason. Lombard street at night, no tripod, long exposure.
Ok, so this is the end of day 2. Don't worry... PLENTY more to come!
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