The Itinerant San Franciscan: Week Four

I guess this installment should be called the "Itinerant Emeryvillian," because that's where we are now — the final stop before we move into our home in Berkeley. We're staying at a place called the Woodfin Suites, overlooking Emeryville from the 10th floor.

Yesterday Kelly took the car, so Elliot and I had to negotiate Emeryville on foot. We made the mistake of trying to make it all the way to the marina (the lady at the front desk told us it was a short walk — it's not), then got caught in a downpour.

At least Emeryville offers plenty of freeway overpasses for shelter, with cool sculptures to boot.





The Emeryville Public Market also is nearby. It's hard not to love a food court with everything from cheesesteaks to Afghan food.



The restaurant inside our hotel is called Emery Grille (get it?). I feel like we should try it out, if only because that kind of bold wordplay needs to be rewarded.