January 16th: Fisherman's Wharf

After a long morning of traveling, our hungry crew arrived at the Hotel, and then trekked to Fisherman’s Wharf. Personally, I was a little bit wary of going here, because I don’t eat a lot of seafood, but with the idea of trying new things in mind, I decided to give it a shot. My group walked through some of the tiny streets, looking for a place to buy our food. There were fish stands everywhere we looked, selling anything from clam chowder in a bread bowl to crab sandwiches. Most of the stands looked like the sold basically the same foods, give or take an item or two, so we just picked a stand and went with it. Not wanting to get something too fishy, for fear that I wouldn’t like it, I decided on the fish and chips. This was something I had never had before, but heard that in general it was good, and not too fishy. When we found a place to sit down, amongst a sea of birds, I got my ketchup ready, and picked up one of my fish. Expecting to have found a hidden secret in the food world, I took a huge bite. If this was a hidden secret, I did fine not know about it for eighteen years of my life. Even after I drowned it in ketchup, it still didn’t taste good. It tasted like straight seawater, and the texture was awful. Wondering if this was what it tasted like normally, I asked Mason to try it, and he verified my comments that this was, in fact, not good at all. Not wanting to completely spoil my Fisherman’s Wharf experience, I tried the clam chowder that everyone was raving about. A little scared at first because clam chowder is also something that I have never had before, I cautiously took a spoonful out of the bread bowl, and placed it in my mouth. This is much more of a success than the fish and chips, and I was instantly regretting not ordering this to begin with. While my first bite at Fisherman’s Wharf was one I wish I could take back, the last bite I enjoyed made the experience better.