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SFGov’s “Friday Night Market” at UN Plaza is Surprisingly Expensive – But At Least It Has Coors Light “Craft Beer”Monday, September 8th, 2014
“Friday Night Markets in Civic Center! Because what mid-market needs is $13 cocktails, $8 cans of beer, $6 coors light”
And here’s his photo:
Of course “craft beer” is defined as either:
2. Beer that’s been marked up 1000% by middlemen
Finally, a Night Market in SF _Not_ Run by Shrimp Boy – But Will Civic Center’s “Friday Night Market” be Marred by Crime Reports?Thursday, September 4th, 2014
(Man, the URL for Friday Night Market sure is hard to get to.)
My point is that any street crime happening anywhere near UN Plaza during the next eight or nine Fridays will be attributed to the night market, right? Just as with Pride Weekend, right?
“Venture out to the United Nations Plaza (8th St. and Market St.) for The Night Market, an exciting urban evening experience. The Night Market will feature food, fashion trucks, entertainment and arts/crafts. The event will be held every Friday night starting this Friday, September 5 and ending October 24 from 4:00pm – 9:00pm.”
So we’ll see how this one goes. (I wonder if they’ll run this on the night of Halloween 2014.)
Anyway, this certainly is a bold move – I’m glad I’m not responsible for running this event…
As seen in SF:
Generic soda at Lucky costs about $2 a gallon. Prop E would raise that to about $4.50 a gallon, more than gasoline is these days, not that I care.
First they came for the cigarettes, and I did not speak out—
Because I am not a smoker.
Then they came for the gasoline, and I did not speak out—
Because I don’t spend much on gasoline, usually less than $1000 per year .
Then they came for the sugary soda, and I did not speak out—
Because I don’t drink sugary soda – too sweet.
But if they come for refreshing Diet Cherry Coke, there will be no one left to speak for me. Oh well.
Bon appetit, bon courage…
The Duboce Truck Stop has been “coming soon” for a while now:
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When You Tire of Markets from Capitalist Pig-Dogs and Those from the USSR/China and Allies, Try the “3rd WORLD MARKET” – OPEN LATEThursday, August 14th, 2014
The Yelpers don’t know what to make of this place.
As seen in the Western Addition:
Wiki notes that the term “Third World” is “less preferred” these days…
Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man
Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man
Trying to save the day for the Old World Man
Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man
This Sign Remnant is All That’s Left of “Speedo 690″ and Speedo’s Garage – Sic Transit Gloria Van Ness, RIP “Romantic Polynesian Cuisine”Monday, August 11th, 2014
Of course you’re too young to remember San Francisco back in the 1980′s, Gentle Reader, but I’m not. It was a time when we really only had one celebrity chef: Jeremiah Tower.
Like I say, it was the 1980′s so why not start up a “Romantic Polynesian Cuisine” joint at a former garage on Auto Row and name the place after the garage and use the same historic sign out front, right? The heck with what those people at Warnaco / Speedo USA might think. Like I said, kind of a jerk.
Anywho, the Speedo’s Garage sign is gone but the edges are still there, waiting to get filled in, with something:
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Anyway, that’s what crosses my mind when I ‘m crossing Van Ness. A fellow can remember a lot of things you wouldn’t think he’d remember.**
“I had the opportunity to work and eat at Chez Panisse throughout Jeremiah’s tenure and dined at his San Francisco restaurant Stars many times (not to mention his other afterthoughts, “Starfish,” “Stars Cafe” in any of its incarnations, “JT’s”, “Speedo 690″, etc) and the striking thing to me isn’t Jeremiah’s egomania or even his pathologic need for recognition–it’s how much bad food he produced.”
*Denise Hale “popularized the concept of the A List?” WTF to that. And don’t miss this nugget:
Denise Hale, the jet-setting philanthropist, denied that she once instructed Tower to secretly serve Haut-Brion to her and her friend, conductor Zubin Mehta, while the rest of her guests drank a far-cheaper Jordan Cabernet.
**You take me. One day back in ’96, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry. And as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in. And on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all. But I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I hadn’t thought of that girl.