50. It was 81 degrees last Thursday. NOVEMBER 4.
49. It’s usually 60 degrees on July 4. TAKE THAT, REST OF AMERICA.
48. The view from Bernal Hill.
47. The view from Tank Hill.
46. The view from the 20th & Church corner of Dolores Park.
45. Ritual Roasters, Blue Bottle, Caffe Trieste, Philz, or any of the other hyperspecialized coffee purveyors you depend on.
44. Making fun of tourists. Giving tourists directions. Rolling your eyes anytime someone says “Fisherman’s Wharf.”
43. 6-hour brunches.
42. The Neptune Society Columbarium. (Seriously, go if you’ve never been. It’s amazing).
41. Fresh focaccia from Liguria Barkery on Stockton.
40. Irish coffee.
39. Walking/biking through Golden Gate Park on Sunday when the streets are all blocked off.
38. Bay to Breakers. In whatever incarnation it currently has.
37. Red’s Java House.
36. Going to the Attic for the first time in 10 years and finding out that the cute bartender looks exactly the same.
35. Finally breaking down and going to Alcatraz and finding out it’s actually pretty cool.
34. When you’re out of town and someone asks you where you’re from and you say “San Francisco.”
33. The endless amusement in bitching about Muni, even though it almost always gets you there. Eventually.
32. The Ferry Building. $6 tomatoes.
31. The Heart of the City Farmer’s Market at U.N. Plaza. 6 tomatoes for $1.
30. Arguing about Critical Mass.
29. It’s-Its. Especially Mint It’s-Its, the obviously most superior It’s-It.
28. Frank Chu.
27. Sunny afternoons in Dolores Park. Cold beer, cold water.
26. The roast chicken at Nopa. The shaking beef at Slanted Door. The salt & pepper crab at R&G Lounge. The cioppino at Caesar’s. The sand dabs at Tadich Grill. A burrito from El Farolito.
25. Burritos in general.
24. Anchor Steam. Speakeasy. Toronado. 21st Amendment. The incredible beer culture and obsessive devotion to, and interest in, beer.
23. Earthquakes. Earthquake stories. Knowing with absolute certainty there is going to be a massive, devastating earthquake and not doing anything to get ready for it. Except putting a battery-operated radio and a pint of vodka in a shoebox and calling that your “earthquake kit.”
22. Taking the ferry to Tiburon and having brunch at Sam’s.
21. Herb Caen. (R.I.P, and kidz, if you don’t know, go read his stuff.)
20. Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge (BONUS: It’s 58 degrees, the wind is 40 mph, and it’s so foggy you can’t see the water).
19. Beach Blanket Babylon, The Marsh, and one-person shows with 6 people in the audience.
18. As bad as they are now, the San Francisco 49ers. Remember 1994? How about ’81, ’84, ’88, and ’89?
17. The Embarcadero Center lights at Christmas. Union Square at Christmas. The fucking puppies and kittens in the windows of Macy's at Christmas.
16. Happy hour at Zeitgeist, the 540 Club, the Royal Exchange, the Hi-Dive, the Ha-Ra, or wherever you happen to be at 5:00. Or 4:00. Or 3:00. Or, fuck it, 2:30.
15. Seeing live music in the basement of Li Po, at Stern Grove, Symphony Hall, the Fillmore, the Independent, or any of the other hundreds of places you can see live music any night.
14. Watching the fog roll in and slowly take over. Fog in general.
13. Santarchy. (I know they have it in other cities, but it started here, so there.)
12. Street food, from the bacon-wrapped hot dog guys on Mission to the Crème Brulee cart to the Korean BBQ truck and on and on and on.
11. Corner stores. Your corner store might have a better wine selection than most American cities. You could walk out with a Watermelon 4 Loko, a wedge of camembert, a Philips head screwdriver, and a jar of olive tapenade.
10. Amoeba Records (and Aquarius too, for that matter).
9. The Pride Parade. The Dyke March. Pride Weekend in general.
8. Your urban family.
7. Street art.
6. Dogs. Dogs everywhere. Fort Funston. Crissy Field. Duboce Park. Dogs in bars. Dogs on barstools next to you. Dogs in cabs. Knowing more dogs personally than children.
5. The neighborhoods. The Lower Haight is less than 2 miles from Cow Hollow, but you could live your whole life in one and never visit the other.
4. YOUR SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS.
3. SF MOMA, the DeYoung, the observation tower in the DeYoung, the Palace of the Legion of Honor, the Cartoon Art Museum, and Specs 12 Adler. All important cultural institutions.
2. Never having to grow up if you don’t want to. (Don’t I know it.)
1. You know what? Be as weird as you want. Work on your rock opera about the Boxer Rebellion. Be a barista/dominatrix. Talk almost exclusively about your conspiracy theory linking albinos and aliens. That’s cool. Let’s grab a drink and you can tell me all about it.
(In response to "50 Reasons to Be Pretty Damn Euphoric You Live in New York City," which appeared on the Village Voice's blog last week.)