The Richmond. Utter that small collection of phonemes three times in a row a la Beetlejuice and you might suddenly find yourself clad in a thick, grey knit sweater, gazing thoughtfully over the thick foaming head of a pint of stout from a plush barstool at flocks of angry asian women fighting over dragon fruit and flip-flops on the sidewalk outside

              Take as much as you want from the buffet, and cook it all over your own electric flame   The Ocean View neighborhood is as lonely, wind-swept and economically depressed as any in San Francisco.  It lies in a forgotten little crevice just