or is it that absinthe makes the heart grow fonder?…in lieu of same, Rexer’s mezcal and Hector’s chocolate fondue make excellent substitutes…the evening stroll was very ‘san francisco’, with a light mist, low cloud cover and empty streets gleaming in the street lights…a little more drizzle, the distant sound of a fog horn or the clatter of cable cars would have completed the illusion.
The Tourist/Fashion Police weren’t out in force or there was fresh coffee and pastry around the corner, and it WAS mid-morning and gawd knows that the hard-working men and women that proudly wear the uniform need a blast of sugar and caffeine about that time. I do and I assume that you do..we all do…doo doo dooby doo…Frank Sinatra, mid-days…do to is to be(Greek)to be is to do(?)…dooby dooby doo…see above.
Down 6ta Avenida Sur, between 4th and 5th calles, are the remains of Cafe 2000…could someone have told them that’s it not 1999 anymore? (Prince reference)What is going on? the interior is being buffed out, repainted, refloored(and none of it is cheap/barato)
This is some serious remodeling…implying a calculated risk/gamble on the new ambience, location and business model of the owners/leasees…’could that stretch of 6ta capture enough of that streets night life?(it doesn’t look look like a restaurant to me, but what do I know?) It might be a west side version of Bistro Cinq or any other glossy watering hole downtown. They’re rolling the dice and I hope they make it: the opening night should be fun.
a ‘double pop’ …crime in the sense of two people on a moto and black slacks under a dress like a sack..speaking of ‘make-over’, fishnet stockings with a snag, one leg in black lingerie…hmm?
Leah, the new waitress at Hector’s, is fitting in/learning the ropes/getting accustomed to abuse and wierd client requests.
and so it goes…’Vonnegut’, early days…no matter where you go, there you are…Buckaroo Banzai.