Last night after riding to and walking along the Golden Gate Bridge, we ate at "The Stinking Rose: A Garlic Restaurant," where everything (almost) has garlic, including the garlic ice cream on the dessert menu (which we thankfully did not order). Every table is in a booth enclosed with red curtains, like a fortune teller's office (or whatever the term is for where a fortune teller works...) The food was amazing. I was also impressed by the the waiter's wireless PDA which sent the orders straight to the kitchen. The cabbie on the way back was pretty cool too.
Tristyn is on the plane back to Boston now. In a little while I'll go looking for a cafe recommended by Colin. Tomorrow I head south.