In the Mission, now as terminally hip as it was formally poor, the St Francis is a greasy good time since 1918. Stuck beautifully in the 50's both aesthetically and menu wise it's Americana in a bun. Dig in.

I love visiting Land's End early in the morning when the light is new and the city is waking up. There's a spectacular view of the bridge and the north bay. Makes me grateful to live in San Francisco.

One day when I was walking around in the hills behind my house, I happened upon this bizarre street. It was as though someone had taken postmodernism and tried to make it into a block of houses. Each one has its own internally complete theme, involving strange colors and sculptural elements attached to the outside walls (gold eggs, wisps of wrought iron). This led me on subsequent walks to name them: the Corbusier House, the Barn, the Preschool Blocks house, the House of Wicca… and so on.

Mission Street art gallery displaying beautiful losers. Ryan Mcginley, Barry McGee...

Small, 70yr old burial ground with DIY grave markers home to the likes of Smoochy, Schmelly, Saucy Wilbur, and hundreds of others.