To Fisherman's Wharf. We stopped and walked along Fisherman's Wharf, and searched for a restaurant to wind up our day with. The girls were interested in crab, so we chose a restaurant based on their crab offering, loosely.

We ended up at Nonna Rose Seafood Trattoria.

The interior was warm and ambient, and although had the feel of a grandmother's lovely home, also had a very romantic air.


We started out waiting in the bar, corrupting the youth.



In at last, and a starter cup of Boston Clam Chowder, with tender clams and a nice rich base of creamy soup.



Anna's Filet of Sole Dore was served in a fish-shaped platter, with accompaniments of sauteed zucchini with mushrooms, and onions as well as some broth-flavored rice. The sole looked cheerful with capers, fresh tomato and fresh green onion pieces scattered across the top of its lemon glazed goodness. It reminded me of an Italian grandmother's kind of cooking, and was done to perfection, even if a little crispy around the egg edges.

The waiter told us that it was founded by the owner's grandmother, Rose, and were pointed to a lovely portrait of her on the opposite wall.


Collette grinned and posed with her bib, ready to tuck into the succulent fresh steamed crab with melted butter. Maya and Collette polished it off without difficulty!


After dinner, it was back through the Marina, over the Golden Gate Bridge for the last time this trip, and on home to collect Collette's things and say good-bye to Auntie Anna. It was a wonderful week together.