Morning and welcome to the Bay Area. The W San Francisco might very well be the very first W hotel I completely dislike – at a whopping 749 USD a night. But okay. It’s admittedly 40 degrees warmer here than in the Twin Cities. So thanks for comping me a vanilla latte in order to prevent a bad Platinum review and providing a free cab ride to ‘s, where I’m queuing 30 mins for supposedly best breakfast in town. Not remotely fancy, yet promising. Yes. I’m queuing.