Breakfast at Fisherman’s Wharf

The streets are deserted. I’m conscious of a solitary jogger, an occasional dock worker, and a cold, salty breeze buffeting me off of the San Francisco Bay. A sea gull dips in my path. Del Monte Square, part of the historic Cannery Row, is still asleep.I need to get some breakfast before the day of meetings begins.Along Fisherman’s Grotto – a sequence of stalls and restaurants offering the