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The Elixir

This weekend was marked with visits to two bars. The Elixir and the Toronado.

Friday Night – The Elixir:

After work on Friday, Janet and I decided to head down to the 16th/Valencia district for dinner. Since we got there before our dinner reservation at the Slanted Door, we decided to stop at a bar for a few beers while we waited. The bar we chose was The Elixir. The Elixir used to be part of the Jack’s Chain, which encompassed five bars around the city. The Jack’s Bars were known around the city for having dirty lines (which makes the beer taste nasty) and surly waiters. The Jack’s chain broke up last year, and the bar known as Jack’s Elixir is now just called The Elixir.

The Elixir is small, about half the size of the Toronado… but they have more taps than the Toronado (about 55) which is great, even though they dedicate a few taps to Budweiser.

The people at the Elixir at 5:45pm on a Friday is like the crowd at the Toronado at 5:45pm on a Friday. Mostly regulars, a few people in the neighborhood for dinner, and a couple of obviously lost tourists. I only had time for a few beers, so I had a Boont Amber and a Lagunitas Pils. Janet only had time for a Pear Cider.

Saturday Night – The Toronado:

Well, Saturday night was spent at the Toronado. We were ready to go out to the Toronado at 7:30, but since we didn’t know who was going to be on shift, we decided to wait until about 8:30 so we would get there before the 9pm rush. Anyway, we got in to the bar at about 8:45 and grabbed two seats at the center of the bar, and lo and behold… who shows up behind the bar… none other than Robert.

So, Robert comes on over and serves us up our first beers. I had a Lind Boney Fingers, a seasonal black lager, and Janet had a Spaten Oktoberfest.

9pm rolls around and the bar is still about half full when Ian and Johnny come in to start their shift. The two of them are looking at pictures from the Toronado’s 11th Anniversary Party… trying to decide which picture should be put up on the wall of bartender candid photos. As we finished our first pint, Johnny came over and told us that our second pints were being taken care of by Robert, who had just ended his shift. Janet had another Spaten Oktoberfest and I had a Hop Ottin IPA.

At 9:30ish, the crowd-o’-yuppies arrived, asking for “shots of tequila” and the like. Luckily, they didn’t come in droves, they just came in drips and drabs. All in all, it was a relatively bland night… no great moments (aside from Johnny finally breaking down and “talking shit” about the yuppies). We finished up the night with us each having a Thurn und Taxis Roggen (a rye beer)… and then for our final beers, I had a Hoegaarden Wit and Janet had a Framboise.

Every once and a while, it’s nice to have a quiet night at the bar… and last night was certainly one of those nights.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


A weird night

Last night seemed to have a weird vibe surrounding it…everything was normal, but just a little “off,” even at the Toronado. Sometimes you never know if you’re going to have a good night or a not-so-good night; a good night being one filled with running into people you know, having great conversations and a general great time, and a not-so-good one being one where everything is OK and no one pisses you off or anything, but it’s only just an OK time, and a little bit awkward-feeling, too. It was unexpectedly nice seeing Robert, and Ian and Johnny did not only one, but two Underbergs with us, but all in all the night was very uneventful. Only amusing quote of the night: “Oh, that really IS a Lambic” — Ian, mocking the guy who ordered a Lindemanns Framboise, took two sips, said “Oh, that really IS a Lambic,” and traded it in for a “light” beer (whatever that is.) 

The Clueless Hipster Award for last night goes to the blonde girl sitting near us. Whenever Avery leaves to go to the bathroom, to have a cigarette outside or to get something to eat, it seems like annoying people just flock to his empty seat like a magnet and hover around it, leaving me to have to beat them off with a stick because we usually have, as the bartenders like to call it, “prime real estate [seats].” Last night’s scenario went something like this: Blonde Girl and her group of Trendy Girlfriends are having a panic attack trying to find three seats together. I am sitting at the bar with my jacket in my lap and a drink in front of me. Next to me is Avery’s seat with his jacket on it, and on the bar in front of his seat is a full pint of beer, cigarettes and money. After the Trendies find two seats together, the Blonde Girl (who I presume was their leader) turns to me, looks at the bar, looks at me, and looks right at the seat with the jacket on it and asks (and I just knew this was coming, so I braced myself) “Is anyone sitting here?”

Note to whoever coined the phrase “There’s no such thing as a stupid question”: you can crawl out from under your rock any time now…  

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


An

Topic #17
An Unfortunate Twist of Events

The idea for my section of this week's Topic was prompted by the news of the murder of Matthew Shepard, as well as the Investigative Report "The Economic Cleansing of San Francisco" (SF Bay Guardian, Oct. 7, 1998&#41.

Like so many others, when I read the news stories of exactly what happened to Matthew Shepard last week, I felt sad and sick to my stomach. I wondered how someone could just do that, just beat someone to death and leave him tied to a fence. How someone could just do that and then go about business as usual. How someone could keep hurting someone else, keep killing them as they begged for their life.

The father of one of the accused was quotes saying: "Had this been a heterosexual these two boys decided to take out and rob, this never would have made the national news. Now my son is guilty before he's even had a trial." OK, number one, you shouldn't think that it's OK to rob anyone, heterosexual or not, and number two, if Matthew was a heterosexual, he never would have been targeted in the first place. The news that the Reverend Fred Phelps and his crew are planning on protesting the funeral with anti-gay signs which read things like "Fag Matt in Hell" is almost worse than the actual hate crime itself. It's not enough that he was killed for being gay; right-wing Christians have to bombard him and his family and friends with their opinions of how "wrong" he is, even after he's dead. Aren't Christians supposed to love one another? Matthew Shepard was a gay man who was essentially killed for flirting with someone. Russell Henderson and Aaron McKinney murdered a man. Are the Christians condemning them?

The stories about this hate crime have put some interesting thoughts into my head. The name of this website alone reveals that we tend to write a lot about things that make us "scowl," things that annoy us and make us mad, written in a don't-ya-hate-when-that-happens sort of way, not in a destroy-everything-die-die-die sort of way. One of the most recent and oft-written about subjects has been The Yuppie and The Yuppie's Effect On Our Lives. We're so quick to impulsively growl god, I hate them. Do we really mean "hate?" Hate is defined as "intense hostility and aversion", and aversion is defined as "a feeling of repugnance for something with a desire to avoid it." The definition of dislike, on the other hand is "a feeling of aversion or disapproval." Desire to avoid, yes. Desire to kill, no.

Usually when you hear about hate crimes, it's in the context of race, religion or sexuality. Are there economic hate crimes? At what point does dislike cross the line and turn into hatred? Lately, in the alternative press there has been talk of the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project, a group of people who want to stop the impending gentrification of San Francisco's Mission District. At one time, the Mission District was home to a large population of working-class Mexican and Latino residents. Little by little, upscale eateries have begun entering the area, bringing with them the wealthy see-and-be-seen population of the city. Stickers that read "You've had your dinner. Now go home." have recently been spotted on bus stop benches in the area, but the main — and most talked about — goal of the Project is to vandalize the yuppie cars that are found parked in the Mission District, sending the message that yuppies are not welcome in the area.

When I first heard about the Yuppie Eradication Project, I thought it was a revolutionary idea, something I silently cheered on, but would never, ever do myself. Different perspectives started appearing in the Letters to the Editor Pages, letters which basically stated that the developers and big businesses are the ones who should be targeted, not the yuppies. Essentially, their point was that the yuppies don't drive the businesses in, they merely drive to the businesses.

But don't they drive new, upscale businesses in indirectly? If money talks, and money demands a new restaurant in a certain area, won't the developers listen? A weak-willed, greedy, desperate owner can sell out whenever he feels like it. If David, the owner of the Toronado, decided that the hordes of yuppies who have begun coming in every weekend made for good profit, and they demanded better bathrooms or fresh flowers or more flattering lighting, would he change it for them? For the profitability? Does it matter that 5 loyal patrons leave due to the crowds of people who obviously are out of their element if 50 nameless barhoppers with big bucks take their place? Does our $20 worth of drinks matter more than $200 of the yuppies'? Are they fair-weather customers? Does anyone care if they ARE?

Of course yuppies they have the right to exist. They have a right to have their own enclaves, just like any other group of people; I mean, everyone likes to hang out with people who are "like them." Why, then, do they always seem to feel that what they have is never enough? Their attitude seems to be that they are "doing us a favor" by "cleaning up the area." There is such a double standard when it comes to the upper class. Presumably, wealthy areas are gated and exclusive in order to keep out the "undesirables." So, I can be called an undesirable in their neighborhood, but they are appalled when they're called that in mine?

A recent anonymous Letter to the Editor in the San Francisco Weekly regarding the Yuppie Eradication Project stated that what was truly wrong with the [Mission District] neighborhood were the "transplant punks who come in thinking San Francisco owes them an alternative district to be lazy, counterproductive whiners." Actually, I want an alternative district where people aren't clones of one another, and there are varied people and points-of-view rather than the endless rows of the same few chain stores over and over again.

But I suppose Anonymous feels that he is owed an area where he doesn't have to be bothered by the counterproductive whiners, just as Russell Henderson and Aaron McKinney felt that they, too, were owed an area, one where they didn't have to be bothered by flirty gay men.

Will they get what they think is owed to them? Only time will tell.

San Francisco has always touted itself as being a haven for all of those with nowhere better to go. In the sixties, it was your communist left-thinking radicals. In the seventies, it was the hippies. The hippies were replaced in the mid-eighties with the influx of AIDS patients. San Francisco has had massive influxes of Japanese, Chinese, Russian, Filipino and Mexican immigrants… and of course, San Francisco has one of the highest concentration of Gay/Lesbian/Bi-Sexual residents of any city in the world.

It's funny, a city all the way across the country from the Statue of Liberty had the best chance of truly epitomizing the sentiment of the Statue of Liberty: Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

We arrived in San Francisco in 1994. We were the poor, the tired… yearning to live in a city where we could be ourselves and not be judged for it. In 1994, it was a haven… our sanctuary.

In the last few years, however, a group of extremely intolerant people have started moving to the city in droves. We call them Yuppies, but that isn't really an accurate name. By the true definition of yuppie: young, urban professional… that would mean that Janet and I are both yuppies. We work in white collar jobs, we live in an urban setting, and we are in our twenties. However, we are certainly not yuppies.

Yuppies in San Francisco have this seething aura of intolerance surrounding them. When they move into a neighborhood, they start demanding certain types of shops and services. In the Marina, you can walk down Chestnut Street and see a Noah's Bagels, a Starbucks, a Peet's coffee, a Jamba Juice, a World Wrapps, a Gap, etc… On Union Street, you find the same shops. Noe Valley? The same shops. Inner Sunset? The same shops.

If you look at a map of San Francisco, it's easy to separate it into six major sections.

In 1994, this was the main breakdown of the neighborhoods:

Section 1 – Yuppie Central. Bordered by Van Ness on the west and California St. on the south. This is the main Yuppie Enclave. Any store that you find in this area, you're likely to find two or three, because yuppies just don't like walking too far to find a bland cup of coffee and a bland, tasteless bagel.

Section 2 – To the south, it's mostly industrial… to the North, it's mostly North Beach (Little Italy&#41 and Chinatown.

Section 3 – The last few real neighborhoods in San Francisco. The Lower Haight, home of the disenfranchised like us is here, as well as the Castro (home of Yuppie gay folks&#41, Japantown, New Chinatown,  the Western Addition (a large working class African-American&#41 and a residential area called the Inner Sunset. Bordered on the South by Market Street (OK, the Castro is south of Market, but it's close enough&#41, the east by Van Ness and the north by California St.

Section 4 – The Financial District. and Union Square. No real living areas.

Section 5 – To the east, suburb-type residential housing. To the west, the Mission, a predominantly Hispanic, working-class neighborhood.

Section 6 – To the east, some hotels, to the west, some trendy nightclubs. In the middle? Loft space for artists.

In 1998, the Yuppie incursion has moved into full force. In section 2, yuppies have taken over most of the old-timer bars and moved them towards a more trendy clientele. Some have moved into the area with the best views of the bay.

Section 3 has suffered a number of casualties. The Inner Sunset is now fighting a losing battle against the Yuppie invasion. Local bars, restaurants and shops have been replaced with chain-stores, Starbucks and Noah's Bagels. Rents have sky-rocketed. The Lower Haight is resisting Yuppification, and due to the housing projects, it seems that they are being held at bay. Still, on Friday nights, the neighborhood is swamped with Yuppies trying to do get drink outside their own neighborhood. The Western Addition has remained relatively unscathed.

Section 4 – More upscale shops.

Section 5 – Noe Valley, once a neighborhood for new parents on limited incomes, has been flooded with Yuppies. Rent has risen by over 50%. The Noe Valley has more damn dogs than kids in it now. Rents in the Mission have risen by 50% or more.

Section 6 – South of Market. Once a place for artists needing live/work space, it is now filled with Yuppies buying up cheap loft space. Local nightclubs are being shut down because it keeps their new Yuppie neighbors awake. Rent has risen over 60% over the last four years.

So San Francisco has gone from being the city that was unique due to its broad selection of people is now unique because it might be the first fully gentrified city in the United States. In five years, the bartenders in their yuppie bars and the baristas in their precious Starbucks will have to commute in from other cities, because they will never be able to afford rent in the city on their salaries.

A group in San Francisco called Seismic Solution is looking for a big earthquake to scare all of these Yuppies into move into another cities. Note, they aren't saying that they want the yuppies dead, just to leave for safer pastures… because as we all know, only horrid, disgusting, evil people ever wish death on another human being.

Goodbye, Matt Shepard. Unfortunately, you gave us what we didn't need… another martyr.

Posted in Topics of the Week (1990s).


Archived Smirk

This afternon, after failing to find a cylindrical silk-screening frame, I resigned myself to go to Safeway and pick up groceries for dinner. Ooh. Asparagus. Ooh. Milk. Ooh. Rice. Ok.. only need some soda and I'm outta here.
Storm? Naah. Coke? Boooooring. RC? Oooooh…..

RC cola was my favorite soda when I was growing up. Whenever my father and I would find RC when shopping, we would buy a couple of bottles of it, because even in the North East (RC was a regional soda from New York at one time&#41, RC was still difficult to find.

As soon as I spotted the RC, I immediately grabbed two 20 oz. bottles. I was tempted to buy a whole case of  it, but I resisted… it was late, and I didn't have the strength to lug it back home. But I feel optimistic, because if it took this long to get RC at Safeway, I figure that they'll be keeping it around for the time being.

It's funny how a taste from your childhood can bring back the happy memories.

Posted in Smirks.


Archived Observation

This evening, I watched one of the most absurd ads that I have ever seen in my life. McDonalds is now offering a breakfast bagel. Ok, that in itself is not so crazy… but the toppings are the most amusing thing that I have seen in ages. McDonalds is currently offering three different types of bagels:

  • Steak with cheese and egg

  • Ham and cheese with egg

  • Western Omelette (ham, onion, pepper) with egg and cheese

Why do I find this so absurd? Well, Bagels are considered a Jewish foodstuff. There are certain Jewish laws called kashruth, known by English-speakers as Kosher. You see, Jews are not supposed to eat pork (which eliminates the Western Omelet and the Ham bagels) or have Meat (steak) and Cheese (milk) in the same meal. Which means that this ostensibly Jewish breakfast is completely inedible by a practising Jew.

Now, I know that bagels are now just considered a common foodstuff… not relegated to Jews and New Yorkers anymore. But come on… it's as sacreligious as a Corned Beef sandwich on white bread with lettuce, tomato and mayo.

I have observed that Americans don't really care if they co-opt other cultures' foods. I guess it stopped a hundred years ago with Americans making Chop Suey… a food never conceived of by the Chinese. Now, a Mexican staple, burritos, are being filled with all sorts of non-Mexican crap and being passed off as World Wraps.

The interesting thing is that we've half-assedly modified every traditional food of another culture to the point that when people go to an ethnic restaurant, they get disappointed when the real version of the dish doesn't live up to the TGI Friday's version of it. How many people walk into their first Japanese Restaurant and order the Chicken Teriyaki, just to find that it doesn't taste anything like the Chicken Teriyaki that they got last weekend at Chili's. Hell, I've heard people at a real Mexican restaurant send back real margaritas (2 parts tequila, 1 part Triple Sec, 1 part fresh lime juice) asking for one of those real margaritas… you know the kind… those alcoholic slushies.

I really wish that America had a national dish that some other culture could pervert. Then maybe they'll understand what every native Nihon-jin feels when the're offered a Teriyaki Chicken Wrap.

Posted in Observations.


Archived Smirk

I love a good meal, and this weekend consisted of two great meals. Friday night, I was in Hayes Valley,  so we decided to have dinner at Suppenkuche, our favorite German restaurant in the city. Then the next night, we went to Sanraku for some sushi. Nothing funny happened, and there isn't anything miraculous to talk about, but doesn't a good meal make you smirk too?

Posted in Smirks.