SF: Day 1 Recap
San Francisco seems particularly well-scrubbed these days. I've only been accosted by grimy, raving, lunatic homeless persons twice. That's about 1/3 of the normal nutter-per-block ratio that I recall when I lived here.
We started the trip with a visit to the Castro, of course, lunching in the open windows of Harvey's. I had the Sylvester burger and boy did it make me feel mighty real. Coffee and cruising at Bearbucks afterwards, as required by law. Oh, it was a weird to find this for sale at A Different Light. After the Castro, I toured Ed and Tim around the Upper Market/Twin Peaks area, dropping in at my old roommate Robert's fabulous house in Cole Valley. Last night we hit the Eagle, where the talent was a weird chick playing Anarchy In The UK on her ukelele, and the Powerhouse, which was its usual riot of excessive tattoos and questionable body piercing decisions. Oh, and we've seen a ponyboy already, and the fair is still 3 days away. We've rented a convertible and today I'm showing the NYC boys around the Marin Headlands and Sausalito. I'll try not to bore y'all with too many touristy SF pics like the one below.