Shut up about Barclay Perkins

I knew that the US hop industry was initially centred on the East Coast, mostly in New York State. Then later mostly on the West Coast. Bu...

I check out of my hotel and get a cab directly to the airport. No time to do anything else. My flight is at 13:50. As always, I’ve a pl...

Before checking out, I finish off the beer I won’t be taking home with me. Grant’s Bohemian Sommerbier is the perfect breakfast drink: tas...

Grant is a little late. I’ve been hanging around on the porch for 20 minutes when he trundles up. He comes bearing gifts. In beer form. Th...

I rise late. Very late. Far too late for breakfast. I’m not up to late nights any more. Cocoa at 9 PM is more my style now. I watch some c...

I finish the last of the barbecue before checking out. Jellied joy. My taxi driver is thick, squat Russian, probably about my age. Which m...

No need for breakfast angst today. Plenty of congealed barbecue in the fridge. This is my last day in San Francisco. Tomorrow I’m off to S...

No breakfast worries this morning. My doggy bag of BBQ contains more than enough for the rest of my stay in San Francisco. Possibly enough f...