Conveniences, the service industry, my corner cafe owned by Ramallah siblings Musa and Khaled Dajani who also own one of the city’s hippest sushi restaurants, a swank bar, a Japanese whisky lounge and the cafe itself – Abir – no minor attraction.
But this morning what I missed was the irony. A running joke about San Fran is if that if you’re looking for it, you’ll find it. The “something for everyone” credo. Say you’ve always dreamed of joining the Church of the Lesbian Alliance of Korean Men for Buddhist Jews. You’ll find it in San Fran. Just open the Yellow Pages. Sometimes, too many options can be…too many options.
It’ll probably take some time for the ironies to wear off because when my old pal Matt e-mailed this morning with an illustration of a San Francisco ism, it took a re-read for me to “get it”.
i just spoke to a friend i grew up with, who has recently come out of the closet and is living just up the block from me.
he called to say hello and that he was going out this evening to see a drag show at the Holy Redeemer Church.
How San Francisco can you get? Once again, the city never ceases to amaze.