Shawn R.
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Pier 39, a bustling promenade of commerce and seagull diplomacy, felt very much the mandatory place to go to before venturing to the foreboding isle of Alcatraz. One cannot, it seems, face the ghosts of prisoners past without first contemplating one’s life decisions over a pint.
We found temporary refuge at Humble Sea Brewing. Their ale proved satisfactory, soothing both spirit and constitution before our maritime adventure. From our perch, the view stretched nobly across the bay, a few seagulls were in sight.
Alas, our stay was brief. We drank, admired, and departed like polite bandits, leaving behind only the faint echo of laughter.
In truth, there is little else to recount, no scandal, no melodrama, merely a pleasant interlude, a pause before the penitentiary. One must learn to appreciate both the ale and the view… especially when the next stop is a touristy visit of a famous prison.