Thursday, February 25, 2016
This is Quintessential San Francisco
THIS IS QUINTESSENTIAL SAN FRANCISCO.
Not the urban mush that is today. Not the TV/Radio permanent dark cloud that hovers over Sutro Tower; not the crap they call news people; not the rank amateur "reporters" who troll the Chronicle looking for stories and do not dare walk into City Hall and question the mayor; not the lightweight anchors who pretend to be extraordinary TV News journalists but are nothing more than extraordinarily ordinary news readers; I'm beginning to set a tone.
This city has quickly lost its soul. Its rigor, its presence, its magic, if it had any anyway; if it did, it was back in the 70's when real restaurants existed; real people and real places were evident. The bad boys wore suit and ties and ate at some of the finest Italian restaurants in town; you know the places? Where you walked into the joint and it was dank and dark with a beautiful dame and sat at the bar with a fat guy bartender dressed in a white shirt with a black bow tie and Sinatra was singing on the jukebox and a whiff of spaghetti and meatballs permeated the room.
Those were the days my friend. Not today's leftover canned sardines run by the poser crowd like I've talked about before.
Now, back to your goddamned latte.
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