"Techies love when a property looks Victorian on the outside but they want modern inside," says JUSTIN, who I suspect secretly hates himself but can't let on. Isn't this just the best one-line metaphor for Today's San Francisco? "We want everything to appear cool, but we actually want it to be as dangerous as playing Call of Duty in our former dorm room at Cornell." Justin promises Beard $3.25 mil for the San Carlos place.
Justin has an assistant named PIERRE who arrives for a meeting clutching a dead raccoon to his chest in another metaphor for the Changing City.
Pierre says he is "fitting in well here, like a glove," and he wants everyone at the all hands meeting to put the lotion in the basket.
Since the gut-job on San Carlos is icky and horrible before we put in Surround Sound and a Viking range, Justin markets it to the vapid apperie by conducting some kind of Occupying Army Walking Tour of the Mission and says "I'm kind of like the Pied Piper of the Mission District" without any apparent irony or awareness that the OG Pied P led rats out of the City whereas BOMP BOMP BOMP I'm not going to hit you over the head with this any more.
Justin takes them to a "new place" which I have identified as Cease and Desist with my superior research skills which means I entered the address into Google and also to Hog & Rocks which is a great neighborhood hang if you like $30 burgers & fries.
Let's move on. Ruh-Roh is still trying to unload that hotel in St. Francis Wood and changes up strategies by going away from bootie parties and instead trying to push it on the Olds by which I mean people my age. The seller's agent, a Cruella de Ville type with angry lipstick and the haughty manner of an antebellum plantation owner wife, basically spits in his face for a $6.2 million all cash offer but is cool with 6.3. To translate for normal people like us, that's like saying absolutely no way will I pay more than $8.99 for a twelver of PBR but oh OK fuck it you got me I'll pay $9.50. FINE. YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN SIR.
There's a lot of shit with Andrew and that place in Alamo but who really gives a fuck.
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AND ANOTHER THING - Cease & Desist isn't very good (if your pizza is Delfina-priced, try to be somewhere near Delfina-good), but here's a fun fact. It's called Cease & Desist because they received a cease and desist letter from someone telling them they couldn't use their former name - Buffalo Club. Oddly, the place is owned by the same people who own Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem, next door, which has inexplicably not had to change its name in the two or three years it's been open. Disney's lawyers are slipping, man.
1) Wait a second, Disney owns the Muppets now? This is upsetting. Of course, for all I know they owned them all along. Still sad.
2) I'm starting to think the Alamo stuff is all staged. The fact that people who buy, remodel, and flip houses *for a living* would know better than to get all weird and emotional about a house. It's just not believable.
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