was prepared to say charitable (even glowing) things about SF’s social/party scene…then I wake up this morning and walk to four different breakfast establishments, NONE of which serve a bacon, egg, and cheese (last one tells me “try Starbucks” in the same tone of voice Regina George is told “try Sears” in Mean Girls) and I have to wonder…what’s it even all for?
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