Robin Ekiss Poet-Copywriter

What are you up to these days? Writing poems about silent film, naming hip-hop perfume, and raising a toddler with an unnatural fondness for hummus.

What event will we find you at this week? I’ll be rounding the bases, reading poems at the first-ever Poetry World Series at the San Francisco Public Library on October 5th.

Where would you have your last meal on earth? Southwest corner of Dolores Park: bread from Tartine with Red Hawk cheese, Midnight Cake, and Robert Sinskey Pinot Blanc from Bi-Rite.

Where's your go-to date place? In the hood: Beretta, because the only thing better than a well-made cocktail is a well-made cocktail accompanied by a plate of meatballs. In SF proper: a jaunt to West Portal, for dinner at El Toreador and a movie at the Empire.

Where's your secret spot? Dragon City Bakery. It’s anti-artisanal: their Hello Kitty display cakes are caked in dust, but you can’t beat four fresh, hot bolillos for a dollar.

What's your favorite SF institution? Litquake . It proves that a bar town and a book town aren’t mutually exclusive. And that book people aren’t all bookish.

What do you get obsessive about here in SF? The Mission Community Market on Thursdays. It has just the right ratio of pop-up food carts to freaky street music to free samples. I never miss it.