Watching a city die before your eyes hurts so much. Not a day goes by that I don’t notice a new “for lease” or “our new hours” sign. 8 pm downtown feels like midnight back in the day.
And no amount of douchy, overpriced, overrated, purge worthy, low/no energy restaurants and bars will make up for it. At most, these are like life support to create an illusion that this is still “the city”.
And there isn’t a thing I can do about it except bitching, complaining, and reminiscing on better times.
It’s really easy – go out in Soma, or Tenderloin, or Mission or anywhere else after 10 pm.
And traumatizing too.
Just make sure you go out on empty stomach, so the scene at least doesn’t make you puke.