It's lucky we like Thursdays really as, having crossed the International Date line, we got to experience it all
again in LA. Well, in LAX at least as we're actually travelling on to San Francisco. Fortunately Andie - it's time
to name and shame - had a good idea to fill the near four hour wait. Deciding we were flying with United, we
dutifully made the trek to Terminal Seven, which presumably has it's own postcode. Puzzled that the automated check-in machine failed to acknowledge our booking after several attempts, we discovered we were in fact flying with American. Andie wishes to make clear that all our other domestic US flights are with United and that it was probably Iain's fault anyway. Iain's mood fortunately lifted on seeing a Chillis and a Starbucks in our actual Terminal.
Short flight to San Francisco to arrive at our Hotel, the ultra chic Clift, early Thursday evening. Our first taste of our usually favoured boutique hotel on this trip and it's pretty cool (tho not as cool as it thinks it is). It's right in the heart of the city by Union Square so dead handy for us though unfortunately also for the local jakeys who eerily hang about just outside. It's Thanksgiving here so it's quiet to say the least, many bars and restaurants are shut. So what more excuse do you really need to head to Chinatown? Ate at the recommended R&G Lounge, oddly similar to the place we ate on our first night in Hong Kong (which seems so long ago). We certainly weren't disappointed.
