Have you ever tried “chicken on meter”? Give the location of this meter, it’s pretty safe to assume that it’s a byproduct of last night’s drunken debauchery at Harper & Rye.
Battery Club will be exercising its fidouchery duties to both – it’s loyal members and mere mortals and this “upscale” foodie event.
Every time my eye catches someone or something douchy around, it’s like another needle or another bite – a reminder where we live and who we are surrounded by; a very sad reminder of what’s valued and glorified.
As they shall and as they deserve…
There is a new player in town: aka OrangeTheory Fitness. The advertisement suggests that it will be the same old misplaced aggression infused with artificial excitement. I am like totally there.
In light of the fact that we had better fireworks for Super Bowl that for New Years and 4th of July, I suggest that we also start having fireworks for the following three events of monumental significance:
- Bastille Day
- St. Patty’s Day, and maybe
- Beer and Oyster Festival @ North Beach
Basically, any holiday that involves drunks, smell of puke, and bad food should have fireworks.
Look at the price. But then again – I seriously doubt they actually offer 69’s.
Shutting down of “It’s A Grind” on Polk is yet another nail in the coffin of the already dying SF night/coffee life. Let me guess what’s coming into this space next – a nail salon? An overpriced, useless boutique? A miniature gym? A juice bar? A sterile douchy restaurant? I know it’s not going to be a coffee house. I hope I am wrong.