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I’m saying very fake, or mostly fake.
Last year, Michael Bauer had the Inside Scoop on the recent Mystery Diners fiasco up at Chapeau! on Clement Street in the Inner Richmond:
“It was halfway into our anniversary dinner when things turned for the worst, as the camera crew from Mystery Diners rushed through the dining room with lights and mikes to catch a naughty bartender/actor in the act of giving away free drinks for a group of fake diners.”
I’ll tell you, I don’t have that cable TV so I can’t actually watch all the fakery, but here’s a quite gullible writer on the topic over at Examiner.Com.
I’m auspicious of this whole deal, I tell you.
Oh, EaterSF has this:
“This is scripted. This would never really happen in Philippe’s restaurant. I live down the street and go there.”
So, have at it, MSM. Philippe himself prolly would have contractual reasons to tell you to go to Hell, but there are other ways of getting a scoop…
Oh, and SFWeekly had this to say about this particular TV series a few years back
In short, I call shenanigans.
Look what UAL has in store for you at SFO:
“Comfortable seating options that include the iconic Fritz Hansen “egg” chairs and swivel lounge chairs”
All is forgiven, United, ’cause I’m sitting on one of your “iconic” egg chairs.*
But the citizens of San Francisco don’t owe the flying public an assortment of googaws, no no. What the citizens of San Francisco owe the flying public are longer, better runways that are farther apart from each other, you know, runways that don’t need a special dispensation from the FAA. To wit:
Damn the torpedo fish (or whatever else is down there), full speed ahead (with longer and better runways farther apart)
And oh, the concomitant Egg™ Footstool costs thousands of dollars as well.
*If United sprang for leather, then the retail price is $16k each, srsly.
Ever more deets after the jump.
Here we go, from the USA Today from a few months back:
“Those suffering from musophobia would be wise to steer clear of the South Farallon Islands. The archipelago, which sits just 27 miles off San Francisco, is the most rodent-dense island in the world, with an average of 500 Eurasian house mice occupying each of its 120 acres (that’s 60,000 total).”
Now I’ll tell you, I have had it with these motherfucking mice on this motherfucking island.
So why don’t we finally get rid of them, like this:
(That’s posted on a either pro-mouse or anti-mouse website – I just can’t tell and don’t really care.)
A few years back, up in Alaska, the Feds killed off all the rats on Rat Island in the Rat Island Group:
See? That was a huge success. Now the chopper pilots were nervous up there ’cause a big storm was coming so they wanted to bug out of there with a quickness so they didn’t follow their marching orders very well so more bald eagles died than was necessary. But they killed all the rats on Rat Island, hurray!
All we need to do is nothing. Then the feds can get off their asses and start killing all the mice.
“More study” is NOT needed.
That’s your update.
A relatively fog-free day in the Sunset District.
From a higher sperspective in the Twin Peaks area, on an exceptionally clear morning.
Can you see the lighthouse on the top of South East Farallon Island?
Noisy Canon 10D at 840mm, from Christmas Tree Point Road, a skosh more than 30 miles away…
This is it, the whole thing.
As seen from Balboa betwixt 6th and 7th:
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Of course The Nevius Incident is still fresh in people’s minds, but the healing has begun.
Bonus: The super-long lines are gone.
NB: You see, CW Nevius? There IS a sign out front. It says Tekka.
どうもありがとうミスターロボット (dōmo arigatō misutā Robotto)
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As seen on the Embarcadero, fka East Street:
But don’t laugh, they control the fish supply at your favorite sushi place, I’m srsly.
“In America, first you get the sugar,* then you get the power, then you get the women.”
*Or fish, maybe that works too.
Why, this bucolic scene almost looks like Mayberry, R.F.D., excepting for the famous bridge up high.
“You can legally fish or crab without a license at Torpedo Wharf at the west end of Crissy Field. Look for posted regulations.”
Them’s crabbers down there, that’s what they are, those West End girls and boys
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It’s easy to get started.
All the deets.
Like this one. See it? Here’s the big version, via nature photographer Jenny Erbes.
But so what. What’s the deal?
This is one of the things that the feds do right.
Like, they were so effective up north not too long ago that Rat Island will need a new name after 229 years.
So, hurry up Feds, we’re waiting on you…