Perhaps, but it's much like blaming Greece for the fall of the Roman Empire.
I think I hate San Francisco. - Page 148
The space between Polk Street and the Regency Center on Van Ness, built in 1911, was once home to the Avalon Ballroom, a Bill Graham-affiliated venue frequented by a number of music legends in the late sixties. Janis Joplin, the Grateful Dead and the Doors all had headlining sets at the spot during its heyday.
Sometime over the next few months, however, the building's 21,900 square feet of space across two floors (plus a mezzanine and another 10,000 square feet of ground floor offices), will be done over with the sort of hip updates and product placement opportunities that MTV tends to throw into the renovated spaces for their eager young cast members.
Well, for the 2013 crowd - perhaps the following example:
But for my generation, the following example is what took place on a regular basis:
Then again, my generation started off with song lyrics you could actually understand. Then after I got older, it evolved into just screaming.
Having just been to San Francisco for a few days for the America's Cup trials, I have to say that I was a bit surprised by what I saw. So many people that are probably best described as "scruffy." On the other hand, our Jack Russell terriers found people up there fascinating. Apparently they have all sorts of wonderful smells. If you're a dog, that is.
Saru definitely gets better Yelp than Hamano. But we ate at Saru once... the wife vetoed any returns. Something about a lack of authenticity, weird service, bad atmosphere. We'll try Kiss Sushi.
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Crikey! Finally, the perfect use for a phrase that I've wanted to use for over 30 years.
For some background, for those of you who didn't go to a prep school, you're never told how to dress appropriately, but you're often somewhat rudely told when what you're wearing doesn't meet with the approval of the other boys. The phrase that I remember the most was, "I had a blazer [or whatever] like that once. Then my dad got a job."
This "urban lumberjack" style wants me to use that phrase in a very, very bad way. Not that I actually would, of course.
Hmm. Thats odd. I went there only once and got major food poisoning. The main chef there looks to be drug dependent. I was with a couple if ER nurses from San Fran General. They said he looked and showed the traits.