I love you, Fisherman's Wharf
You were cold at first, but then you offered me some of your delicious clam chowder, and we warmed up to each other....
You were cold at first, but then you offered me some of your delicious clam chowder, and we warmed up to each other....
You aren’t something the tourists are privy to. A person has to live here, or know someone who lives here, to understand the thrill of secret concrete yards, of being boxed in by Victorian giants and hemmed in by laundry and power lines behind old San Francisco apartment buildings....
It’s no secret that San Franciscans are a fickle bunch when it comes to food. I’ve never encountered so many fads and so many eating restrictions all in one place....
Look, don’t let anyone give you sass. Because no matter what they say about your traffic or your construction or that S-curve, I am so into you....
Hello, out-of-town visitors. Like the sign on the Ferry Building says, “Welcome to the Port of San Francisco.” Can I get you anything? A loaf of sourdough bread, an Irish coffee, some locally made ice cream that you have to stand in line for 20 minutes for?...
I love you, I love you, I love you. I love how you’re predictably mercurial....
More than anything, I now know that your sights and smells are more than just a loose conglomeration of sadness, more than just overturned garbage cans and 24-hour porn stores....
By Mary Strope....
Before I start, let me be clear: in no way, shape, or form do I call myself a surfer....
Football season brings out seven distinct personalities. You will meet every one of them before the playoffs....
I love a press release that starts by talking about how much an artist is “hated.” Ever Gold Gallery, which represents native San Franciscan and visual provocateur Sandy Kim, makes no bones about the fact that Sandy likes to rile people up with her work....
Dating is always a juicy topic to dig into, whether you’re talking smack with friends or about some ridiculous reality TV show....