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Topic #3
Chain me to the independent shop, why don't you?

 

Janet

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When we moved to San Francisco from the East Coast four years ago, I was completely and whole heartedly pro-chain store.  I couldn't imagine going to a family-run restaurant or coffee shop with mismatched chairs and thrift-store couches when I could have shiny chrome sameness wherever I went.  I remember seeing countless Letters to the Editor written by residents trying to keep chain stores from homogenizing the unique neighborhoods that make the city The City.  

At the time, I thought they were all fools trying to stop positive urban progress.  What did I care about neighborhoods?  In Boston and Hartford, people wandered through life anonymously.  No one really acknowledged anyone else; not the way we're used to now.  After living in the same SF apartment for four years, I now understand the importance of preserving  neighborhoods.  

We live in the Lower Haight area of SF, an enclave more grungy than hippie, and definitely not yuppie. Until very recently this area has been safe from the encroaching chain stores…until they opened up a Pasta Pomodoro, one of the most yuppie of all the fast-food-pasta- places around.  It completely sticks out like a sore thumb, mostly because a great majority of the people that live in theis neighborhood are pierced, tattooed, and unconservative. Even though we eat pasta all the time, we refuse to set foot in a place that displaced a perfectly fine independently run Italian restaurant.

The Financial District is becoming even worse, what with four main chains all competing for whatever open space is currently on the market.  I'll cut a little slack for this area, what with all the bank employees having to eat quickly during work…but variety anyone?  Why does there need to be four Starbucks within a two block radius?  A perfectly fine French cafe just closed down to make way for yet another Briazz Cafe/Jamba Juice combination.  Don't worry, if you change your mind after you pass it, just keep walking.  In another two and a half blocks, you'll be having deja vu.

I'm sure there are a great majority of people who praise the chains for their convenience, variety and cheaper prices. I'd rather pay a few more cents for real people behind the counters who enjoy the community as much as you do.  I know the people in my neighborhood, and the businesses that they own are what makes it worth it to live here.  My neighborhood has flavor, which is more than I can say for Starbucks!

It's funny. When I travel on business, I always ask the locals where to go for a drink or dinner. In my last 4 trips, I have eaten dinner at a TGI Fridays, an Old Chicago Pizza, Eastside Marios and a number of hotel bars and restaurants. I have had people recommend Planet Hollywoods and Hard Rock Cafes. Only once have I ever made it to a REAL local hangout when I travel (the Harbor Inn in Cleveland&#41.

It's funny, because when I'm entertaining people from out of town, I would never think of taking them to the Hard Rock, or a Pizzeria Uno. I want people to see the real San Francisco: Dinner at L'Osteria del Forno, drinks at the Toronado… places where they might be the only out of towners in the joint.

It's funny, as much as I hate chain restaurants and bars… I tend to prefer chain coffee shops. I mean, I hate the fact that within a 3 block radius from my office there are 4 Pasquas and 4 Starbucks. That's overkill.

When I get coffee at the Horseshoe, it's hit or miss. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it could strip the paint off of a car. Starbucks coffee is never great but it is consistently mediocre.

I guess that's why people like chain restaurants. You know that at every TGI Friday's you can get an order of chicken wings that tastes like every other order of chicken wings at every other Fridays.

There are other times when I really prefer chain stores. Specifically, I couldn't do without chain drug stores. I like the fact that I can get my prescriptions re-filled at any Walgreens in the nation, 24 hours a day. Sorry, folks, but I have no use for mom-and-pop drug stores.

Sometimes, I like having the option of a chain or a local shop. The new Super Safeway down the street is great… except for the fact that you can't get Frank's Red Hot (an integral part of any decent Buffalo Wing recipe&#41 or decent fish. These items I gladly pay top dollar for at locally owned non-chain Grand Central Market.

So, what is my position on Chain Stores versus Independent Shops? I guess it's this: chain shops have a place… sometimes it's place is for convenience or comfort, knowing that I can get a Yoo Hoo at any Walgreens means that when I am having a bad day, I don't have to search out a small store which MAY or MAY NOT have a Yoo Hoo. However, if I have to have another Pizzeria Uno pan pizza on my next trip, I'm just going to scream!

Still, I miss my Dunkin Donuts Coffee.

Posted in Topics of the Week (1990s).


Archived Smirk

Laundry day, one of the most dreaded days of the week has come and gone. Usually a dreaded scowl, this laundry day was actually quite nice and uneventful. When we got to the laundromat (Wishy Washy on Page and Steiner&#41, all the the washers were free and when we needed dryers, they were free as well. 2 double loads and a load of delicates in 1 hour flat… which gave us more time to work on the site.

NOTE FROM JANET – Except we forgot to bring the bed linens. Damn, that means an extra laundry day!

Posted in Smirks.


Kriek

Went to the Toronado last night, and Janet and I enjoyed a wonderful beer called a Gluhkriek, a warm Belgian lambic beer with sour cherries and other spices. While enjoying this fine and wonderful beer, some drunk picked a fight with the bartenders and was ejected. A wonderful time was had by all!

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


If you want a good resource for Cocktails, check out Hotwired’s cocktail site.
The Hotwired site includes recipes, a Drink of the Week and essays about the state of the cocktail nation.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


Barfly Chronicles…

[Janet]
I have a problem ordering mixed drinks or cocktails from bars these days,
not because I don’t know what to order, but because the bartenders don’t
know how to make the drinks I ask for.  For example, they make a great
cocktail in New Orleans called the Sazerac.  Unfortunately, that is
the only place you can find it, as we have asked for it in countless numbers
of bars, only to be greeted with either a blank stare or a
snotty-yuppie-bartender crack like, “sounds like something they’d drink in
upstate New York.” (actual quote from a bartender at Zuni in San Francisco).

Historians believe that the Sazerac was the world’s first cocktail, and all
it is is basically rye whiskey, bitters and Herbsaint (or Pernod, an acceptable
substitute).  Not too difficult to make if you have a Bartender’s Guide
behind the bar, which I’m guessing most bars do not.  We have a couple
of cocktail books at home.  What is the point of all of these wonderful
drinks if you can’t ask for one of them when you go out?  The bartenders’
response is always “I’ve never heard of that” and that’s where the discussion
ends… and where my confusion begins.  You would think that if
your job of choice was that of bartender, then you would be a tad interested
in the actual art of mixing drinks.  I mean, wouldn’t you at least know
the recipes for more than ten cocktails?  Is a request for an Old Fashioned
or a Whiskey Sour too much for these people to process?

Bartenders in San Francisco seem to only be adept at making gin AND tonics,
rum AND cokes, something ON THE ROCKS or something STRAIGHT UP.  Oh,
and a few other, “more challenging” drinks like the Martini, the Cosmopolitan,
and the Manhattan.  Some people may think that this is enough, but what
of all the other 250 cocktail recipes in my copy of Michael Jackson’s Bar
& Cocktail Companion
?  I’m thinking that the reason that the
new generation of 22-year-old bartenders can’t make any classic cocktails
is because none of the young high society ingenues have ever heard of them
either.  They’re all too busy drinking monstrous blue lemonade-tasting
drinks or drinking Amstel Light from the bottle.  And when they do order
a simple drink like a Martini, they spend the next two hours carrying it
around from clique to clique, taking a sip once every 20 minutes.

I may soon have to admit the fact that cocktail culture is dead.  

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


Pucker up, baby!

I want to wear lipstick, I really do. I carry around several tubes with me every day, as a matter of fact. I just can't seem to make it work for me. I'm guessing that whoever invented lipstick didn't actually expect the wearer to eat, drink, or smoke, because whenever I've ventured out of the house with it on, my lips revert back to their pale pink state in a matter of 45 minutes or so. When I heard that Stila was introducing a lip stain, I thought all of my lip color problems would finally be solved. Finding it was another problem. Every Stila counter was sold out of it, so thinking that this has GOT to be good stuff since it was already so scarce, put myself on the waiting list (without even asking about the price, which could have been $75 a tube for all I knew&#41. It finally arrived, and the makeup counter lady took great pains in extolling the virtues of the wonderful vegetable dye which was to impart on my lips a beautiful rosey-colored stain which would last for THREE WHOLE DAYS! I couldn't WAIT to use this stuff. Needless to say, $28 and a few uses later it's now being toted around as a companion for all the other lipsticks in my bag. Lies, all lies! I'm thinking perhaps a day on Planet Stila must be a mere 1.25 hours in length.  Is it just me?

Posted in Scowls.