Bob Kantor, proprietor of Memphis Minnie’s, laughs when I ask if he parked on Haight Street.
“Not this year.”
It’s not enough to still be in business as an independent stationer and 4th generation San Franciscan. This century demands more of you.
That coffee place you never went to in Hayes Valley. Their signage proclaimed the best latte in San Francisco. You’ll never know, and you have only yourself to blame.
A heartfelt sentiment from the dear True Sake people of Hayes Valley.
I’ve found no evidence of a birthday registry here, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t arrange something given the special nature of the situation.
Everyone go to Nooworks tonight
because you should always, always listen to the anonymous internet when it tells you what to do. You won’t be sorry.
Lost Weekend Video, telling it like it is.
Homesick.
Ends, beginnings
If you’re anywhere near Divisadero tonight (the street the 24 calls “Diviz”), please go give your respects, love, and complaints about cheese-weight to Mario at the Country Cheese Store. Chase is purchasing the building, and after more than two decades, that stretch of the Western Addition will lack the funk of an aged gouda or ripe Camembert.
Just as well, pop in and buy three pounds of truffles next door—I’m more of a savory sort and tend toward cheese over truffles, so.
Mario claims they’re looking for a new location on Divisadero, so here’s hoping we’ll still have access to his excellent cheesemongering skills as well as his general righteousness.
For more background, see Haighteration’s coverage of how this whole story went down.
May I suggest that you visit the Alamo Square Flea Market today, Saturday, August 21st? The dear Indie Mart people will be in attendance, and surely a cortege of food cartage (putting lie to the idea that this is solely a Mission-based phenomenon). Whosoever buys me the oddly-shaped plastic dinosaur being sold on the Hayes side of things merits themselves a drink.
NOTE: I saw some treasure there, get there fast and carry small bills.
