San Francisco – One Day Only – Continued…….
I had noticed that right near the hire shop was a bar that I had wanted to visit, so after dropping off my overpriced bike I walked a block down the hill and walked into The Buena Vista on the corner of Beach & Hyde.It’s basically an unassuming bar which is famous as being the place which first introduced Irish Coffee’s to America. I’d seen it on a TV food show several years ago and despite not liking whiskey (other than bourbon) I wanted to try one.
The place was packed so had to try to wedge my way into a gap at the bar. Ordered my Irish Coffee and away we went. The process of making the drink is interesting with a bit of show for the crowd added in. The bartender will typically make several of them at once, pouring in all the ingredients one by one along the line of glasses before handing them out to the customers once complete. Coffee, irish whiskey & a thick layer of cream on top. Pretty simple stuff.
I found the Irish Coffee itself to be thoroughly disgusting but I expected it and this is a reflection of my tastes and the fact that I don’t enjoy whiskey and that the flavour of the spirit was very strong. I’m sure if you enjoy whiskey then you would also enjoy the coffee.
I managed to get down about a third of the glass before calling it a day. A pretty weak effort on my part but hey, I was there because it was a tourist attraction in its own right and not because I expected to consume something that I would actually love. Out the door and into a cab to meet Mrs NoName’s cousin at Union Square for dinner.
Union Square
I had noticed that right near the hire shop was a bar that I had wanted to visit, so after dropping off my overpriced bike I walked a block down the hill and walked into The Buena Vista on the corner of Beach & Hyde.It’s basically an unassuming bar which is famous as being the place which first introduced Irish Coffee’s to America. I’d seen it on a TV food show several years ago and despite not liking whiskey (other than bourbon) I wanted to try one.
The place was packed so had to try to wedge my way into a gap at the bar. Ordered my Irish Coffee and away we went. The process of making the drink is interesting with a bit of show for the crowd added in. The bartender will typically make several of them at once, pouring in all the ingredients one by one along the line of glasses before handing them out to the customers once complete. Coffee, irish whiskey & a thick layer of cream on top. Pretty simple stuff.
I found the Irish Coffee itself to be thoroughly disgusting but I expected it and this is a reflection of my tastes and the fact that I don’t enjoy whiskey and that the flavour of the spirit was very strong. I’m sure if you enjoy whiskey then you would also enjoy the coffee.
I managed to get down about a third of the glass before calling it a day. A pretty weak effort on my part but hey, I was there because it was a tourist attraction in its own right and not because I expected to consume something that I would actually love. Out the door and into a cab to meet Mrs NoName’s cousin at Union Square for dinner.
Union Square