Tag Archives: San Francisco

Can I call you mine?

I got the record player because there was still a box of records in the garage at my parents’ house.  It survived the demise of my parents’ stereo system.  It survived the move in ’93.  Then it survived the rebuilding … Continue reading

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Everyday like the one before.

Momofuku came to town a few weeks ago and the New York presence made for a real San Francisco moment.  At quarter to noon on a Wednesday, a certain young gentleman and I pulled up to the loading entrance behind … Continue reading

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