The Elixer Saloon in San Francisco’s Mission District: not just the deadfall of the week but also one of the coolest places in the world. Why? Because they have a Bloody Mary bar on Sundays that features Bacon. That’s right: BACON. BACON, BACON, BACON for your ‘make it yourself’ Bloody Mary […]
You see and hear a lot around San Francisco about how progressive the city is, and events that support this narrative (like 1934 West Coast Longshoremen’s Strike) get played up, but the foundations of the city are greed, vice, and free wheeling capitalism. A song supposedly still being sung as late as the 1930s […]
I met Dan on Market Street. You will note the sign, which explains that he needs money “four” a cat show entry fee and grooming (presumably for the cat). To his credit, Dan seems to be taking better care of Samantha than he is himself. She actually is well groomed and seemed […]
I’m walking around Russian Hill with Amy, and this is before we spent all afternoon drinking, and two things jumped out as noteworthy.
There seem to be a lot of missing pet flyers up around town these days and . . .
The big set of paw prints we saw
We’re walking past a car when Amy stops […]
Two couples having dinner at Harrys on Fillmore in San Francisco:
Couple #1: Our retirement plan is to win the lottery; what’s yours?
Couple #2: Jump off the [Golden Gate] Bridge.
Couple #1: You win.
Li Po is actually the name of a famous Chinese Poet. I’m not sure if the bar is actually named after him, but it seems likely since Li Po was “. . . best known for the extravagant imagination and striking Taoist imagery in his poetry, as well as for his great love for liquor.”
Eastern European IT Consultant Girl out with American co-workers for happy hour at in North Beach:
EEITCG (loudly): I love money!
(awkward silence ensues)
EEITCG (still loudly, as if it explains everything): I’m from Eastern Europe!
(awkward silence continues until someone jumps in with a “how about those Mets!” style change of subject)
later on in a separate conversation […]
Murio’s is dark all day with no pesky sunlight allowed inside. To brighten up the interior, Christmas lights are up and on all year round. My bartender has a spiked mohawk and is handing me a 24 ounce can of Pabst Blue Ribbon. This is my favorite Haight-Ashbury dive.
Murio’s tends to be […]
Given that San Francisco’s Barbary Coast was rife with crime and criminals, you’d expect it to be a rather well armed place and you’d be right.
Cops on the Coast beat were selected for being big men and were armed with the nightstick and pistol, familiar today, and also with a foot long knife for close […]
When you just can’t face BART without a beer first thing in the morning, Clooney’s is on the job. Don’t expect a lot of conversation, just efficient service and some TV watching since, if you need a beer at 6 in the morning, you’re probably not feeling like happy talk.
