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It was a temporary sadness, the more beautiful for being sad, the more precious for being temporary. It's a two-fisted drinking town, a carnivorous meat-eating town, it's dirty and nasty and wonderful. The great earthquake and fire in destroyed the marriage certificate. But it ain't San Francisco.

Read the below whenever you feel the need. We only accept honest travelers who have personally experienced the tour or transfer first-hand. Over the open fireplace is a coat of arms of the Harewood family who previously owned the Pub, and indeed the whole village. You go there as a snarky New Yorker thinking it's politically correct, it's crunchy granola, it's vegetarian, and it surprises you every time. It's like being Jewish in front of Jewish people.

And all the people are open and friendly. The pub was once a staging post, and before that there was a Roman settlement in the area.

Where it encountered redwoods, the most local of rains fell. And the sea is always just on the other side of those hills. It was me, a friend, and maybe eight people, tops. We will drink cocktails so sweet they pucker our cheeks, as we perch on cracked leather bar stools.

San Francisco is exciting, moody, exhilarating. The wonderful sunlight here, the hills, the great bridges, the Pacific at your shoes.