With my hometown dining companions trailing behind me as I scurried through the Market St. mass traffic of vagabonds and ill-forgotten street pharmacists, it was impossible not to spot the lone foreign flag hanging outside the door. As a self-proclaimed unpatriotic citizen, the flag represents more than

San Francisco can be a cruel joke around this time of year.  Not that it’s lacking in hospitality or anything.  In fact, if you got nowhere to go, I can’t think of a better town to be stuck in.  San Franciscans love a party and any holiday is as good