Our awesome city is home to some pretty out-there people and events, like the cracked-out dog-cat-rat man, the World Naked Bike Ride, the Easter bring-your-own-big-wheel race, and now, though it’s probably been around and I’ve just been too busy depressing myself with Bukowski poetry and losing my cell phone in

I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with