For the benefit of Foodbuzzers out there who are heading to San Francisco this weekend — a little teaser. :-) [Part I is here.]

Cable Cars

Almost everyone I know who live or have been in SF have told me: Get on the cable car! What is the big deal?! Haha. The first time we went on there, I was squished in the middle and was too uncomfortable I swore that was the last time I was going to be there. Being smooshed and skin-on-skin with other strangers at the beginning of a warm day was not my idea of a great time. Thankfully, the succeeding experiences (what can we do? It was a cheap and easy way of getting around to the tourist spots we so wanted to go to!) with the cable car) were much more enjoyable.

The cable car was cute and rickety, as expected. The people, comprised of the operator and mostly of fellow tourists (which made me ask out loud whether tourists are the only ones who take cable cars), were half of the story and the fun of the ride. Our animated cable car operator above was a total hoot! He put everybody in a jolly mood with his stories and random hollers. He made us laugh. It was almost like a real tour bus. They should pay this guy extra, really. We were totally bummed when he had to switch with a sullen guy!

At one time, I was hanging on to the vertical rail and standing on the stepping board of the car. I made the most of it by using my other arm to take photos — do that with caution. It was really fun.

On the way to the wharf

Going back to Powell Station

Fisherman’s Wharf [map] [website]

They say it’s a tourist trap, but we went there anyway and met up with Kristen (DineandDish) and Katie (Goodlife Eats). We didn’t get to see the sea lions, but they did. It was just a quick ‘tour’ of the place. You get down from the cable car and walk to the pier.

Foggity-fog-fog right there. Yup, it was San Fogcisco, too.

The Ferry Building [map] [website]

I went crazy shopping at the Ferry Building.

I ordered ALL macaron flavors at Miette without a drop of guilt. Nope. Sorry.

Miette pâtisserie & confiserie

When I saw Katie holding chocolate covered candied orange peels, my brain just froze with this thought: Must. Get. Now. They really know how to make a girl drool. http://www.recchiuti.com

Recchiuti Confections

Yummy-nummy salted pig parts from Boccalone. REQUIRED PURCHASE: Nduja spicy, soft spreadable salame. I bought two of those, and holy eff, I really wished I bought five! I’m a hoarder of good things by nature, yes, but my god…I’ll take nduja on tap!

Boccalone - Tasty Salted Pig Parts

Stonehouse California Olive Oil

Ok, I only have an iphone pic of this (I just took it) so you can see. But don’t you forget to get the blood orange olive oil from that shoppe. Please. Do yourself a favor and get this:

Get.

Pauline’s Pizza

This is where we kicked off our Blogher Food weekend, having dinner with a group of amazing women and men who made the event worth going to. Thank goodness for the awesome Chezus.com couple and good friends — Denise and Lenny — who organized this meetup. Sure, we all went there for the food blogging conference, but when it comes down to it, the people you meet, the connections you make, the lasting friendships you build, and the laughter echoing the hallways are what really makes a blogging get-together worthwhile.

Really goot pizzah

Clock Bar

Like I said, the people really make blogging events worth attending. After the kickoff meetup at Pauline’s, Dana [DanaTreats.com], Kristina [Tennesee Locavore], Maris [InGoodTasteBlog.net] and I went for drinks by Union Square.

Although Maris and I made a bad decision ordering the drink that’s named after Hawaii’s unofficial state fish, we had a great time laughing our heads off. Thank you, girls!

Someone said on Twitter that Clock Bar is nothing special– and we really didn’t go there because it was a Michael Mina establishment. We just went in and had a blast. Didn’t matter where we really were.

That humuhumunukunukuapaua'a? Don't order that. It's like drinking a very floral drink.

SF MoMA

I made sure to stop by SF MoMA, which was something I’ve been dreaming of doing. I love art. I love art museums. And you know what else? I LOVE that I wasn’t escorted out when I took photos with my DSLR.