Like most wandering folk, I have certain cities where I have absolute non-negotiable must-do's. Sometimes it is a restaurant that I crave, a bar where I always have a good time or a museum that consistently surprises me. Other times, it is much louder and dynamic than that. Such is the case with San Francisco.
Every since I first visited in my early teens, Fisherman's Wharf has held a compelling fascination for me. And it shouldn't. It is unapologetically touristy, has an abhorrent collection of chain restaurants and souvenir stores, shares none of the abundant charm possessed by its host city and is often overrun by clowns and the metallic statue people that I always feel a yearning desire to knock over.