Alanna Hale Hunter, gatherer
is hungry. Again.
Photo by Daniel Dent
Neighborhood: The Mission
Gig: Photographer and food writer
Where would you have your last meal on earth? I’d dispatch my best friends to pick up pizzas at Pizzeria Delfina, Una Pizza Napoletana, A16, and Little Star. We’d have a couple cases of Barolo and sit on my roof, laughing ‘til it was my time to go. I’d go happy.
Where do you get your local gossip? Pals in the service industry. Man, people are loose-lipped!
Who's your favorite quintessential local character? Omer , aka Bum Jovi. Zebra pants, platform shoes, and a busted guitar never fail to entertain me, but I also hear he’s a terrible nuisance to the folks whose windows he’s screaming beneath until three in the morning. In that case, I’d go with Toshio Hirano , a Japanese yodeling cowboy after my own heart.
Where's your go-to date place? The counter at Blue Plate. It’s right around the corner from my house, sitting side-by-side always fosters romance, and Corey and Sean are doing incredibly smart, progressive, but familiar, reliably tasty food.
Where's your secret spot? The crook of my boyfriend’s arm. It’s cheesy but it’s all mine.
Where do you go to relax and get away from it all? Imperial Spa for the Korean scrub and massage. After sweating, and being beaten and scrubbed within an inch of your life, you emerge renewed.
What's your favorite SF institution? I always love wandering around the Musée Mécanique. Granted, I liked it much better when it was beneath the Cliff House at Ocean Beach and you could watch the surfers at sunset through the camera obscura — but I appreciate that it was relocated rather than discarded. Plus, when are you ever otherwise down by Fisherman’s Wharf?