Living in Arkansas now, I rarely get to the coast. I grew up inland from San Francisco and my grandmother lived in the city so we would go visit her on a very regular basis.  She would take us down to Fisherman’s Wharf for sourdough and clam chowder. We would have fish 'n' chips and watch the seals on the lower piers. The sounds and smells of the pacific were always just so fresh and wonderful and very much a part of my childhood.