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Looks good to me.
And it’s much better than this method, seen in the SoMA:
To the annoyance of famous local writer Beth Spotswood (“Spam?” Oh no!), the Secret Sherry Society is back in town again. I infiltrated their previous visit last summer, but didn’t say nothing about it due to a possible conflict with “work.” (But you know, I was probably worried over nothing, probably.)
Anywho, the takeaway I took from the Sherry Council of America is that the word Sherry comes from the name of Jerez, Spain. (Did not know that, no sir.) So that means that, in a way, Sherry is just like Champagne, with all the nitty gritty that entails. (We use semi-genericized names in America – it’s the law, ’nuff said. But that doesn’t stop producers from telling the world why their stuff is better, fair ’nuff.)
I’ll definitely say that the final round they served with dessert at the Slanted Door restaurant was Too Sweet For Me, but the other types they had were not. Do you want to get into the different styles and what goes well with what and let’s have a Sherry-themed dinner party? Well, the SSS would be delighted.
Not so secret, with the glass walls and all:
So, if you ever get invited to a Secret Sherry Society event, don’t consider it spam, consider it $95/pound Jamón ibérico. And then go and ask them what would pair well with Jamón ibérico. I’m sure they’d have an answer, they’re lovely people.
Of course you’re too young to remember, but I know about how the image of Tequila has come a looooong way the past couple of decades – perhaps this effort from the Sherry folks will serve to change the image of Sherry over the coming months and years.
Only Time Will Tell.
Here’s what Twin Peaks looks like after the intentional act of arson over the weekend:
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This is what it looks like a little higher up from the Twin Peaks Overlook:
It seems like a pink Hindenburg crashed:
And the remaining balloons look like the start of a Christo art exhibit
Anyway, it looks like a few road flares could have done the damage, which amounts to about 150 square feet or so of charring.
This commemoration of the gay victims of the Holocaust and reminder of the on-going inhumanity to repressed minorities around the world is always well-attended. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi couldn’t attend this year but her district director, Dan Bernal, offered her statement to the crowd.
Senator Carole Migden commented upon the swirling fog and occasional winds that conveyed an “Edgar Allan Poe feeling.”
San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom popped his cork prematurely to the delight of fiancee Jennifer Siebel. But not too much ceremonial bubbly was lost, as recorded here by Official Pride Photographer Bill Wilson.
See you next year.
Speaking of which, the Friends of the Pink Triangle are looking for help again this year with a little setup assistance for the biggest one ever this Saturday, June, 28th. (Will Senator Carole Migden be there with her twirling baton, as per usual?)
The forecast is for sunny skies….