Christian took us out for a great breakfast at Squat & Gobble before loaning us a car for the day. Armed with a few pointers on the best options for our San-Francisco-in-an-hour tour we managed to squeeze in a drive around downtown, a walk from the Embarcadero down to Fisherman’s Wharf, and a bike-taxi ride back to the car before our flight to Arizona.
Naturally, arriving at the airport on time we reached the security checkpoint to find no lines. Fortunately, the airport has free WiFi and decent taste in wine. We discovered another tasty zinfandel, Rosenblum, while waiting in the bar next to our gate. Surprisingly, wine is cheaper by the glass here at SFO than it is by the bottle. Even more surprising, zinfandel actually tastes good with a toasted bagel and cream cheese.
A lot has changed since the last time I flew. The menu has quadrupled in size, but I can’t get plain old peanuts. The presence of a tolerable mojito (from a little NASA-style foil pouch) almost makes up for it. Our flight is running late so we’ll have about 15 minutes to get to the Prescott-bound shuttle, plenty of time since we are flying without luggage (UPS is cheaper than paying the bag fee). I can’t help but laugh as the cute “credit stewardess” attempts to sell us on the US Airways MasterCard.