Bernal Heights is a little schizo. It can be pretty ritzy: once “heights” is in the name in San Francisco, you expect high cost and all that goes with it. But Bernal Heights gets a little red neck as you get closer to Highway 280: the houses are grungier, you see the occasional […]
It’s fundamentally unfair to make fun of engrish signs, but I want to put the FUN in FUNdamentally unfair.
Walking through the edge of Chinatown, on my way up to North Beach with Sweetie, I came across Professor Wang’s massage. OK, I could have let the ‘let’s go for a wang massage’ joke go, if […]
Coincidence? I don’t think so:
A house in Dolores Heights (Left) and a Tiki Idol (Right, courtesy of pageblankn on Flickr) Coincidence or secret tiki cult? You decide.
If you take BART around San Francisco you get to hear a few street musicians; most of them are bad. There’s a concertina player who’s interesting but I can’t decide how much that’s the music and how much it’s that you can’t really play a concertina without moving like a monkey.
Then there’s Jesse […]
