Say excuse me. Atop the Sir Francis Drake Hotel in Harry Denton's Starlight Room, smartly dressed businessmen and women sip Cosmopolitans and Lemon Drops and twirl to the swing sounds of a live band. Even on a weekday night, reservations are precious at good restaurants. No prayer for a table at the highly touted Boulevard, the beautifully serious Fleur de Lys or Wolfgang Puck's Postrio. In San Francisco, food isn't just cuisine, it's ambrosia.
Chefs are gods.
Even at neighborhood eateries, wine lists tend to be extensive. It's a very small city, so it really doesn't have the variety or number of restaurants that New York or Chicago has. But it is true that San Francisco has very good restaurants and an extremely avid restaurant-going public. And everyone here is polite - from the taxi and bus drivers to waiters and store clerks, the diners at the table next to yours to the homeless. After a clear day, when you have spent a fine breezy day around such helpful people, you may wonder why you, too, don't move here.