It Had to Be a First

Call it what you will. Late winter rain or pre-spring shower. Either way, it was a wet day in California. Today was also a day set aside for a family dinner.

The 90 plus mile trek to San Francisco on a stormy day was remarkably uneventful. It got interesting after meeting up with Brother Sam and the rest of the clan at mother's place. Mother lives in a nice neighborhood in the Richmond District.

Brother Sam: We are going to a new seafood restaurant for dinner this time.
Moi: We are not going to our favorite restaurant overat Sunset?
(The Sunset District is on the other side of the Golden Gate Park)

Brother Sam: This new place is just a few blocks away on Balboa & 4th Avenue.
Moi: You going to drive?

Brother Sam: You are. You let us off at the restaurant and park back here at the house.
Moi: ?

Brother Sam: Parking spaces are next to impossible around that area. Besides, it's not that far a walk from here. ('Here' refers to mother's place at 7th Avenue).

It took a few minutes of driving time from mommie dearest to the Shelter Cove Restaurant. After depositing the clan, I drove back to mother's place and parked the car in the driveway. Then I walked the 0.7 mile back to the restaurant. It took about 10 minutes. Good thing it stopped raining during this interesting excerise. The brisk walk was good for the appetite though.

After a sumptuous sea food dinner, I walked 'home' to pick up the car and drove back to the restaurant and ferried the clan back.

Driving and walking 2.8 and 1.4 miles roundtrip, respectively, to the same dinner was the strangest outing ever for me. It had to be a first in a dining experience.