It's long been my conviction that having a view like this before you will transform whatever is on your plate into the best meal you've ever tasted.
Maybe that's why San Francisco has such a reputation as a great food town.
You don't have to work very hard to find views like this, here. I snapped this last week, walking back to the boat from a restaurant not far from O Dock. It's one of my favorite places because it's so close to my boat that I can find my way back even when somewhat inebriated.
Doesn't my boat have a fully functioning galley? Yeah, but when I've been scrubbing the deck all day and am dog tired, sometimes I want someone else to do the sauté. And I'm pretty much the same after a long day's sailing.
Carol Anne over at Five O'Clock Somewhere has asked that we do some fantasizing about food. No, not that kind of fantasizing. She's asking what we would serve a bunch of hungry water-borne interlopers if they showed up at our dock at the end of an active day of sailing, surfing, or paddling.
As I've already hinted, I'd probably serve some wine or beer, some canapés and watercress sandwiches, and then suggest we all go out for a real meal.
Somehow, for me, sailing has always been about navigating to someplace at the end of the day that has great restaurants. I can't help it. I'm a city kid.
I almost freaked out at Baydog's response to this writing project. Before you could say Tony Bourdain, there he was with a cream reduction and a basil chiffonade. I have no idea, nor do I want to know, what a basil chiffonade is. I'm almost certain, since it must have something to do with basil, that I wouldn't be very good at it. I'm not even sure you can say 'basil chiffonade' on a blog that might be read by women and children.
But, I do not go hungry.
If pressed, I will assemble some sort of O Dock sideboard from black olives, rosemary olive bread, soft cheeses, green olives stuffed with almonds, hummus, and a suitable merlot, riesling, petite sirah, or brown ale.
Followed by reservations at 7:30.
If you happen by O Dock at happy hour, the odds are good that I will take you out to dinner. Unless you all show up at once.
Then, it's separate checks.