The weekend will always protect your credit card number.
Your Perks: 1) Free wireless Internet—thanks to a tiny, portable box you can carry with you everywhere. 2) A pair of iconic aviators—the kind Maverick would wear. 3) The most intelligently designed umbrellas around. Spring showers bring Perked umbrellas...
When Sebo closed, their sushi gone forever, nothing could offer you solace. Nothing. Although spit-roasted lamb on a pita with a beer and some Greek fries—topped with olive oil, lemon, oregano and Greek cheese—might help. Hush. Come here. Let Souvla console you.
“Oh, no big plans tonight. I could go down to the Presidio, get a roll from the Lobsta Truck, find a lantern-lit cabana, get a drink and watch the sun set over the Golden Gate Bridge. But I’ll probably stay home and clean my sink.” —hopefully not you
You decide to try on a lightweight fedora. You step before the mirror and suddenly... you hear trumpets. Someone hands you a Cuba libre. People are dancing. You’re either at the Goorin Bros. party for their new Cuba collection, or in Cuba, or there’s something weird about your mirror.
It’s a real chicken-and-egg question: did baseball inspire hot dogs or did hot dogs inspire baseball? While you ponder, try the baseball-inspired Haute Dog at Craftsman and Wolves—it’s baked into a mustard-seed croissant, and topped with mustard, salt and vinegar beet chips. It came after chicken, and eggs.
2323 Polk: site of a thousand fond brunch-related memories. But since Verbena took over the address, it’s been hard to know what to do at 11:30am on a Sunday. Now, finally, you can return to find poached eggs with braised-duck ragout and Bloodys. Brunch exists again. Missed you, brunch.
