And now, on this trip, I was a tourist in my old home towns! The horror!
I arrived at SFO on a Wednesday afternoon. Since my gracious hosts were still at work/school, I killed time with a pint and a Caesar salad at my favorite downtown pub, Johnny Foleys, watching both a Giants game (live) and a Man Utd match (not so live). I lugged my massive suitcase onto Muni and headed off to the Richmond District where I used to live when I went to USF.
Behind a wire fence I noticed this awesome bike rack:
It turns out the building sporting it was the new Richmond branch of the SFPL, opening this month. If you're in the neighborhood, check it out:
When a tourist out of the touristic spots, the only place to use a bathroom, as I learned in England, is the pub! So I went off to Clement where I knew I could use the toilet at The Bitter End, where I was also served an Anchor Steam and entertained:
Drunkle copy editors, gotta love'em!
After a delightful jet-lagged dinner at King of Thai with my gracious hosts, I retired to their deadly comfortable futon in the living room and slept till million o'clock. I went out and hit the shops of Clement, which has an unofficial name of 'New Chinatown' and 'Little Russia,' well, at least by me! I checked out the local bookshops (Consortium was well represented on the shelves!) and spent a little too freely. I got a coffee and bagel at Toy Boat Cafe with their excellent toy collection (obviously) and to Fabrix which is indeed a fabric store but guaranteed to have the good crazy stuff for needle nerds. Here's a picture of one of the button bins if you want a cool wallpaper for your computer:
I then hit all the cheap Chinatown shops for stuff I haven't found in Minnesota. Where were these padded undies after I broke my butt?!?!
Later that night I went to The Red Devil Lounge to watch Heathrow perform their last gig under that name. They aren't splitting; never fear! They just have a little name rights issue with a certain airport.
And to dash everyone's hopes of making a funny joke, the backup name will not be Gatwick...
2 comments:
nothing can beat padded undies! Lol! I love the bike rack as well :)
oh my god. the library of my childhood. I read every book there. do the birds in the matching enormous palm trees on either side of the big people's book entrance still yell their little heads off as you walk in?
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