Originally Posted by lefty
After putting in two offers to buy I finally threw my hands up in the air over SF real estate (and the monkeys they call agents here) and threatened to leave my wife for a nice one bedroom in the West Village. Sanity prevailed and I succumbed to her wish to rent a Pac Heights 1930's apt with an 350 sq ft deck overlooking some water and whatever mountain thing is across it. Marin headlands?
The irony? It's on Broadway.
You could do worse, I was in that area the other day fighting my way over to Chrisie Fields. It's nice. Now you need a dog to go walk in the park with. Learn to hate SF on a whole other level.