I have some advice for you if you choose to eat at the seafood places down at Fisherman’s Wharf. Don’t go through the breezeway. You see, I have a distinct memory that on the other side of the breezeway, there is a park bench with a lovely view of a yacht club.
But there is no park bench and no view of a yacht club, just squalor and aggressive pigeons. I went there with Mai and Marc on a recent visit and I treated them to a view of a homeless man eating out of a trashcan. This makes wonderful dinner theater when you’re trying to enjoy your bread bowl full of clam chowder.