I can't go to San Francisco without thinking about the nuclear wessels. My husband is legitimately worried that I'll start asking random strangers about them.

Actually - considering the amount of unsolicited (and invariably wrong) advice we got from SF locals who saw us looking at transit maps and butted in to offer some friendly assistance... I may just do that at the next visit.

"Are you looking for Fisherman's Warf?"
"No."
"It's just down that way!" \
"I think we're good! Thanks for the help!"
"Actually, we're looking for nuclear wessels. Do you know where I can find nuclear wessels?"

\ He's right to be worried.

Oh I'm not saying it isn't. Just going with the trope of "Star Trek is deep!" and then seeing something ridiculous. Wonderfully ridiculous, but ridiculous.