Jelly Belly
We headed out at the crack of 10 for San Francisco. First stop, Jelly Belly. Our hosts had told me how close the Jelly Belly Factory was to their house. It was closer. Right next door to a Budweiser Brewery. Napa has wine and also happens to have the exact same water required to make an ice cold Budweiser.

Merryweather and I had done the tour last time. Mrs. JonTheBruce opted for a slightly longer visit. She went down the wall of single flavors and made a series of custom Jelly Belly mixes. The traditional Chinese herbalists in the crowd were wowed by her perceptive, instinctual mixing. I opted for a more direct approach. I bought a case of Belly Flops, which are random rejects that are delicious. That is twenty pounds of Jelly Belly. Cash and Carry. Plenty for sharing.
Costco
Next stop was Costco. I needed to update my tech. Crunched the screen on my iPhone. Mrs. JonTheBruce found some cute stuff, very practical.
We headed towards our next stop
The home of tiki culture, Trader Vic’s in Emeryville
Mrs. JonTheBruce and careful long time readers will remember that we have visited Trader Vic’s at the Beverly Hilton. My buddy Joe used to visit the location at the Palmer House in Chicago.
One of my favorite things is a frosted Walt Disney tiki glasses from back in the day. I like to imagine some dad enjoying a tiny bit of alcohol while trapped in the Magic Kingdom living the American Dream. I bought another tiki glass for Merryweather that features a Magical Japanese Raccoon Dog with Giant Testicles (Tanuki). Tiki is fun. There are a billion “collectible” bar glasses secreted away in the basement bars and “man caves” of America.





Trader Vic’s basically started Tiki culture, with a mish-mash of Polynesian cultures and plenty of alcohol in fun-looking barware. Conrad “Hotel Magnate” Hilton expanded Trader Vic’s to the world. Now caucasians every where drink out of fun shaped glassware and eat Asian Pacific stuff and come home to tell their friends about the authenticity of their experience with scantily clad natives doing the hula.
Tiki is remix. Remix is the best thing about America. The Hawaiian Luau is also a direct descendant of this “fad”. Trader Vic’s in Emeryville is the the defacto source, the origin, the home base.
I had pretty low expectations. Most of these vital, important, historic places I have visited are faded echoes of their glory days. Flaking paint on rusting, duct-taped road side attractions. Luckily, Trader Vic’s in Emeryville is still awesome. Clean, up to date, dusted, everything was in good repair, no duct tape. The drinks came in fun glasses. The food was good. I would go back again and exit through the gift shop which also tasteful and fun.
One of the last of its kind, started in Oakland. One of a wave of tiki-themed-Polynesian-fantasies restaurants, bars and nightclubs that for a time spread around America. Not many places left that do this; very few do it without irony.
Anthony Bourdain, “Parts Unknown”
Onward towards San Francisco.
We checked into our hotel. Found tickets to a San Francisco Giants game and walked down to Oracle Park. Oracle Park is no Busch Stadium. It’s pretty cool. I was very excited to see the kayakers. I would rent a kayak for a game if I went back. The dorks sitting behind us were the first indication that San Fran wasn’t in Kansas any more. Three guys. Poorly socialized, tech dweebs probably. The baseball junky asked his peers to guess who would hit the first home run and then gave the dumbest, had to wear a helmet but never played sports, suggestion to the guy who he thought didn’t know anything about baseball. Mrs. JonTheBruce and I chipped in with our suggestions. They pretended like we weren’t there. Weird. Later during the game, the bookmaker of the trio was talking about me like I couldn’t hear him either. Weirder. Good news though, he did tell his co-workers that he had gone on a date with a girl.





We bailed because watching the Giants win or the Cubs lose wasn’t going to change the St Louis Cardinals history making run in 2022. Checked out the stadium. They have Churros. They also have the best value in MLB Cracker Jack. Easily 10 times as much as the serving at Busch Stadium and the mice riddled crumbs they serve at Wrigley for the the same amount of money. The cost of living is supposed to be really high in the Bay area, but not if you judge it by the cost of Cracker Jacks at the ballpark.
And the kayaks! I could get into baseball if they moved Busch Stadium closer to the Mississippi River.
The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill
This was totally not even on my radar, but we ran into wild parrots down by the The Embarcadero & Ferry Building. I had watched a documentary about it several years ago. They may be hard to photograph or run into on purpose, but they are pretty easy to spot and recognize. Even in San Francisco they are louder and brighter than any native bird has any right to be. I was like…
what in the heck? PARROTS!!!
JonTheBruce, 2022
They left as quickly as they appeared. I was delighted. I didn’t get a single good picture. They are cleverly camouflaged for my type of color blindness, which was confounding. Mrs. JonTheBruce got some cute pics.

A typical tourist experience in San Francisco
I am usually head on a swivel in big cities. I am not going to name names, but one of my regular travel companions tends to carry a purse with a recognizable brand name. Usually something that screams… “Hey pickpockets! This thing is full of credit cards and valuables and the bag has a high value on the secondary market!”
I have the boys trained to form a tactical wedge when we are moving from location to location in big cities like Beyonce is visiting Tiffany & Co. This is a handy tactic when my own Queen B is visiting Tiffany & Co. We have never really had an issue. It’s always in the back of my mind.
We have upped our purse game for travel in the big city. Cross body that closes with a street value that makes it unlikely to be the real thing. It is important to note, that Mrs. JonTheBruce does just fine without me, also. It was actually a topic of discussion in Napa. We were advised to keep an eye out for the sneaky pickpockets, probably not going to see some Chi-raq style strong arm, snatch and grab action, social media wilding.
Sophisticated, experienced travelers
We were ready to hit San Francisco as we left Oracle Stadium. I downloaded the San Francisco Muni app. We got on the modern people mover thing towards the harbor then walked to the streetcar station.
I wore my new Pendleton Westerley shirt to the game, because sports. I think this, in addition to my magnetic personality, attracted the attention of a woman, who claimed to be a Supreme Court Justice. She might have just been an under-supported, unhoused person with untreated mental illness. I briefly pondered out crazying her honor. I choose not to engage. This person was clearly local, clearly in her element. I was turned partially away from her. Not engaging. Mrs. JonTheBruce had my six. My ride or die watched Supreme Court Justice walk up behind me and tap me on the back with her magic wand. A koosh ball on the end of a pencil.
“You are under arrest with all the power vested in me.”
Supreme Court Justice, Sandra Francisco
I like to think Mrs. JonTheBruce might have taken action if it was a gun or knife. In the future, I am going to keep her between the threat and so things get handled. I was like Frozen and “let it go”.
Bend Like A Willow in the Wind.
There is a funny story in the JonTheBruce mythology about me and Mrs. JonTheBruce and Charbonneau and Merryweather walking in downtown Chicago. We were walking directly in front of bank in the heart of downtown. The door to the bank banged open right in front of me. A fella who was having a bad day almost ran into me. He screamed “Fuck You, too!” right at me, just like I was responsible for the color of his skin or my own, his credit rating, his circumstances, his kids, his baby mommas, and every bad choice he had ever made. He stormed off a victim of the universe. This tiny moment of human interaction is BURNED into my children’s minds. We kept walking to the next thing we are doing. I should have the boys recount their version of this story. The moral of my version of the story is…
How we choose to react to a situation is sometimes the only control we have over the situation.
JonTheBruce, 2022
Supreme Court Justice de-escalated a tiny bit, but got on the same streetcar. Thankfully, she fucked right off when we got to…
Fisherman’s Wharf
Pier 39/Fisherman’s Wharf was packed with tourists. Probably the least masked, most crowded place we had been in a week. We had dinner at Fog Harbor Fish House. We covered all the day one tourist stuff. Clam chowder, sourdough, fish on the harbor, boomerangs, shrimp on the barbie, tea with the queen. The SF Bay and my bae were cooling off quickly. We checked out the sea lions along the pier. From the restaurant to the end of the pier the temperature dropped about 90 degrees. We left before absolute zero temperature was achieved. We moseyed back to the hotel.




If anything else happened.
I forgot about it. We slept.