And I responded to the article. How could I not?
I forgot to mention Fernet, though.
North Beach, where the men are boys and the women are strippers
At least, that's the impression you'd get if you only came in to my neighborhood on the weekends.
The other North Beach, the one I live in, is a place where everyone is familiar, even if you just met them. Where you're taken care of if you need it. Where there's always a dice game going on. Where you can go insane from all of the heavenly aromas emitting from the bakeries and the coffee shops and the Italian restaurants. Where there's big-band jazz at the Savoy every Saturday and a brass-band funeral almost every day. Where you'll be left alone if you want to be, and welcomed with open arms if you want that. Where you can hear the seals barking and the foghorns at night. Where you can climb a hill and watch the city go by and be in your own little world.
That's my North Beach, and I love it.
North Beach, where the men are boys and the women are strippers
At least, that's the impression you'd get if you only came in to my neighborhood on the weekends.
The other North Beach, the one I live in, is a place where everyone is familiar, even if you just met them. Where you're taken care of if you need it. Where there's always a dice game going on. Where you can go insane from all of the heavenly aromas emitting from the bakeries and the coffee shops and the Italian restaurants. Where there's big-band jazz at the Savoy every Saturday and a brass-band funeral almost every day. Where you'll be left alone if you want to be, and welcomed with open arms if you want that. Where you can hear the seals barking and the foghorns at night. Where you can climb a hill and watch the city go by and be in your own little world.
That's my North Beach, and I love it.