This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner  San Francisco is a wonderful place to fall in love. Sure, Paris might be the “City of Love,” but anyone who calls it that has never walked up Columbus Avenue, arm in arm with their sweetheart, as

As the Marina-esque gentrification gradually extends south from Lombard to Valencia, the usual watering holes of the service industry professional have been polluted by the bridge and tunnel crowd that now, more then ever, frequent the Mission.  Many of the safe havens and bolt-holes with no line to the bathrooms/bar/venue