Well now, we've been in San Francisco for over a week, and our arms are no longer tired.
We have been hanging out with Psychotronic Paul at the Harmony Hut which, since we are not Regina Schrambling, we will explain to you is the lovely Mission apartment of our friend Harmony. This is an apartment-swap on a celestial level, because the life and fun and good food and conveniences of the Mission have made both Paul and ourself fall in love with the place.
There are very few places in New York City where people live because the life is pretty good and not all that expensive. We came in for the last few years of the East Village being that way but, until they declare the Upper East Side habitable again (that'll be when Eli Zabar starts selling a loaf of bread for less than $16), we still think it's awfully precious compared to the Mission.
While resident there we did our laundry at a laundromat, ate world-famous fish tacos, walked around gawking at the lively shops and people, and bought stuff at Bi-Rite, San Francisco's wonderful little grocery store. We also found that foodies here can be any age and background, and what they love most is sharing a great food or finding out about a new one. In New York, foodie-ism, like everything else, is a status game.
Still, we don't understand the public transportation system. They have cable cars, street cars, buses, and underground trains, but they all seem to go to the same four stops and nowhere else. Also, we don't understand why they are called Bart and Muni.
Bart
Muni
This makes no sense to us.
