Doggy Diner

 Before flying across the country to the east coast and the fantastic Mansfield hotel, I forgot to mention they served nightly between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m. small plastic cups of inexpensive wine, and cubes of cheese. And yes both cheddar and swiss.

Actual Cheese Cubes

And if that wasn’t enough to put them at the top of hotel amenities list in the morning between 6:00 and 9:00 a.m. they served tiny pastries, that were most likely mass produced, in a  dingy factory in New Jersey, but  by far  the most amazing amenity they offered  was an endless supply of Nescafe coffee that spewed out of a counter top  machine,  at the touch of a lighted plastic button.

Applying Nescafe to Control Invasive Weeds

Every voyage must start somewhere and this one started in San Francisco, where I had been prior to my traveling compadre flying in to meet up. Once that was accomplished, we met up with our other traveling compadres who just happen to live in the Bay Area. We had scheduled dinner with them on the very same evening, that we were having a large Sea Food lunch at Fisherman’s Warf, and remembered that dinner date just aboot the time the sourdough bread and olive oil ran out…

F Line Streetcar 1070

Besides Fisherman’s Warf our main purpose of going into “The City” was to find the dog heads from the legendary fast food restaurant Doggy Diner.

Since my traveling compadre didn’t ride in, we traveled in a nondescript Prius. That as it turned out the Prius proved to be the perfect cover, as almost every other car stuck in traffic car in the Bay Area is a Prius.

Working off a hunch and, a photo from fazebook I had a good idea that the heads were on Treasure Island. I also knew that to get to Treasure Island from the City it would be a hard-left turn after crossing ½ of the Bay Bridge.

What I didn’t know was once you made that turn the road was under construction with a different detour at almost every turn.

Those detours slowed us little bit, but we eventually made our way to the east side of the island, where I just knew the heads would be, and after cruising several streets we spotted them all in a row over by the island fire station,

The Dogs

It was good to see that even though doggy diners are long gone, the heads remain. Alas not on their lofty perches high above the diners, especially at The Great Highway and Sloat, but lashed to a trailer parked on Treasure Island. And who knows the rumors of returning one to its former post on the Great Highway could be true.