Via: Flickr Title: Scrimshaw By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 5 Mar ’06, 5.28am PST

This was part of an exhibit at San Francisco International that was along the moving walkways in the terminal. Years ago, when I had to go via SFO from Eugene to Salt Lake on trips home from college, I remember seeing exhibits in pretty much the same kind of cases. Some things don’t change. Last night David and I went looking for a sit-down restaurant – our parlance for table service – and I remembered a place called the “Crab Pot.” Well, that wasn’t there, but Yankee Pier was in roughly the same location.And man, what delicious food! Never had such a good meal in an airport restaurant. The waiter was attentive and the service was even gracious. We ate our grilled salmon and crab cake sandwiches, which we split in half and shared so we could enjoy both, and watched people in all their wonderful variety go by.

A young, painfully hip couple, with floppy hats set askew, who looked like they wanted to be noticed for being painfully hip.

A sports team of some sort, European looking, all wearing team shirts (even the coaches).

People who, like us, were in “aloha wear” and were obviously off a flight from Hawaii. They were stopping to pull on extra layers (also like us).

The exhibits were kind of in an intermediate stage – half were apparently about San Francisco’s history (whaling artifacts, bits of nautical tat from the Gold Rush/Barbary Coast days, and half were pickled biological stuff in jars. The guy on the moving sidewalk in front of us was on our incoming flight; he turned around and said it was kind of a weird welcome to San Francisco. I agreed that it was putting me off the idea of food in a big way. Then we went past the scrimshaw case, and I decided I needed to “moblog” it. I kind of have a thing for scrimshaw now.

However, we did end up enjoying our meal, in spite of the pickled-stuff-in-jars welcome.