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That's a Spicy Meatball – Festa Coloniale Italiana and the 7th Annual North Beach Bar Run This Saturday

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Suck it up.

Suck it up.

North Beach can be a conflict of interests.  You got all this cool history, the center of the city’s Italian culture, aaaand…douche bags.  Even after you live in the city for years, you still make the occasional excursion over to this venerable hood hoping for the best, and usually getting burned.

If you feel like taking a chance on love in this dysfunctional relationship one more time, you have two options on Saturday.

The Italian American Athletic Club is closing down Stockton for the Festa Coloniale Italiana, replete with booths overflowing with birra, peppers, sausages, meatballs and ravioli presses.  They’re even recreating an 'œauthentic piazza”, with real cypresses and a trickling fountain, inside the club’s ballroom.  How Pirates of the Caribbean!

If copious liquor is more your speed, however, than why not pop over a few blocks to the 7th Annual North Beach Bar Run?  Billed as the largest pub crawl in the city, it does indeed boast an impressive list of participating gin bins. Belligerent asshole and projectile vomiting factors are higher for this one, but in these bleak days of the city kowtowing to whiny haters, it might be fun to hold your nose and join the fray.

Festa Coloniale Italiana
Stockton Street (btw Union and Filbert)
[North Beach]
SF
September 19, 2009 11:30 a.m.-7:00p.m.
FREE

7th Annual North Beach Bar Run
Northstar Café
1560 Powell Street (@ Green)
[North Beach]
SF
September 19, 2009 4 p.m.
$6 advance/ $10 at event

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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.