"Stay away from Mission St," she says, as we leave. Yes, I know, I reply, remembering the time my dad booked a motel for the family in that rough neighbourhood, by mistake.
After an hour's drive on the Freeway, we use the N95's GPS to find our way in the city. We grab a latte at Caffe Greco's and then walked into Jazz at Pearl's, a jazz club there, in time to hear the big band and the strains of their last number for the evening. The lady at the door let us stand there and listen to the last song for free.
I am SO going back with tickets to catch one of their shows. It seems like a very reputable jazz club.
I uploaded a short video of the place over at mrbrownshow.com.
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