Lunch at Top of the Mark
So after confirming that he would be available for lunch (yay! no meetings!) I quickly call up Top of the Mark and get us a reservation for 1:00. I then dash over to Don’s office and pick him up, and then head for Nob Hill. Between one-way streets, the whole being on a hill thing, plus touristy, one-way streets and just general San Francisco foo meant that parking was definitely interesting. After driving around a few blocks trying to find a parking spot, we decide to go ahead and park in a garage…
Atleast, we did until we asked them what the price was. $17.50. An hour. Even for San Francisco, thats a little bit steep for me. So we back out, and wouldn’t you know it, RIGHT outside the parking lot, there’s an open spot on the street. Hardly daring to believe our luck, we frantically look around at the street signs, sure that it must be a mistake.
Nope, no mistake, just good luck. This spot also happens to be an unprecedented 20-30 yards from the entrance to the InterContinental Mark Hopkins Hotel, on top of which our destination awaits. (Get it? Top of the Mark? hehehehe… okay, well fine – *I* thought it was clever.)
We enter the Hotel and press the call elevator button to begin our ascent to the 19th floor where our lunch awaits. The elevators are fairly nicely appointed, although fairly smallish. Not for the claustrophobic.
When we get to the top, the host was, unfortunately on the phone, however it was fine because we were completely enthralled by the view of the bay sitting serenely to our left. The host, poor guy, was apparently stuck on one of those calls-that-never-end (those of you who’ve worked in the support/hospitality industry know what I mean!), and so one of the waitstaff offers to seat us. We pretty much have our pick of tables, so we choose a table with some space around it, along what I would guestimate was facing north, since we could easily make out the Golden Gate Bridge off in a north-westerdly direction.
We look over the menu, and make our selections. Don chooses the Dungeness Crab Sandwich, and I chose the Tenderloin on Steamed bun Sandwich (I forget the actual names, because I’m lame and forgot to get a picture of the menu or something, and their website is woe-fully out of date), and also order some kind of southwestern salad topped with BBQ Chicken on the side to share.
While waiting for our food to arrive, we stand up and walk around the dining area to observe the amazing city views. It was a perfect day to go, the air was so clear and crisp; you could see all the way to the ocean! Not bad for foggy-bay area.
The food arrives and, honestly, we probably could have gotten by without the extra salad. Everything was good, expensive, but good… except that the chicken on the salad was overdone. Not, excellent, but of course, you aren’t really going to Top of the Mark for the food.
All in all, it was really lovely, actually. There’s something so wonderfully serene about being with the one you love, so high up above the bustle of the city, with blue sky and pretty views all around you.