Overheard in San Fran

Some quotes from an afternoon spent in San Fran:

“What does the beef brain taste like?”

“Never had it myself.”

(Location: Farolito Taqueria in the Mission District of San Fran. I received a delicious burrito that did not consist of beef brain.)


“Yo behave! The cops are out!”

(Overheard when I was enjoying my delicious pork burrito in a cement park in the Mission District.)


“Art fail.”

(I stated thusly after attempting to go to a third art gallery in the last 24 hours. All three were either closed, nonexistent or, well, just bad. Who do you have to tickle around here to see some goddamn free and amazing art?!)


“Your omelet empanada is ready!”

(Overheard sitting in La Boheme Café in the Mission District. Quoted just because it sounded amazingly delicious.)


“Sorry.”

(That’s what I said when I knocked over my herbal tea at said Café upon being distracted by the cry of “omelet empanada!” from the kitchen.)


“….”

(The response I got from the man who had to clean up my herbal tea. At least I didn’t break the glass.)


“Move your computer.”

(The first words the man said to me as I sat and watched him clean up my herbal spillage for five minutes.)

“Sir, can you please leave.”

(The words that I wish were said to me upon leaving the café, because it would just be awesome. Alas.)


“What the f*%$ does that mean?!”

(What I said to myself when I saw the sign for “Comedy Traffic School”—pictured above. And, yes, that is a letter “e” that is not entirely visible. It actually says, no joke, “Comedy Traffic School” followed by an 800 number. My brain hurts. Where the hell was that when I was 16?!)

More to come. The day is still young.

-- JEFF