get it, get it, get it!!!
my friend Tall Jen (who, UNFORTUNATELY, lives in Shittsburgh)
likes to call San Francisco "Operation Booze &a Food"
this is no task for sissies .
to take part in Operation B&F you have to be willing to roll with the
punches; you have to drink Coors Lite all day, then switch to
champagne when night falls (or vise versa!). you have to be as
comfortable popping a squat on the sidewalk outside Ike's on
16th (with dirty sauce drippin on your hoodie) as you are
having the waitstaff pour the beef cheek gravy on your poutine
tableside at Salt House .
gimme your turkey leg and white trash macaroni salad,
gimme your deviled eggs topped with caviar (ABSINTHE!)
san francisco is both delightful and infuriating in its
incessant CASUALNESS. you can be at the nicest restaurant
in the city in a t shirt and jeans and feel completely comfortable.
depending on the time of the month, that is either a fantastic
thing, or a cop-out. many a time i have donned a beloved
cocktail dress, only to end up shotgunning beers at
but i have also crawled out of bed-- barely alive-- and after
locating my biggest sunglasses, stumbled to brunch at any
number of fabulous spots: Foreign Cinema, Absinthe, Universal Cafe
and felt entirely comfortable.
well...after three mimosas and an espresso i suppose one
could feel like they fit in anywhere...
xo
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