Hey, this is uncommon for me, but I’m gonna post a non-cheese related entry today.
Yesterday on Mission Mission I read a post and felt old. Someone had posted a photo from 1989 and they were treating it (somewhat tongue-in-cheek) as an ancient artifact.*
1989 was when I moved to San Francisco and I lived right on Dolores Park until mid-1991 (when I moved to 20th and Mission). I have a favorite picture of Dolores Park from that era so I thought I’d scan and post it.
A week or two after Bush Sr. started the first Gulf War San Francisco had a huge protest. We watched the crowd grow outside our window (and let people in to use the bathroom since no one rented honey buckets for protests back then) and I finally took a picture when the crowd got huge. Then we rushed downstairs and joined the march.
Oh yeah, all the people in the park were there for the protest, not sunbathing. The park was empty by the time we got to City Hall.
Here’s me in the park in 1989 with a slightly different SF skyline:
Here’s the northeast corner of the park before the soccer field was put in:
Oh, and here is the world’s worst vegetarian Chinese restaurant, Real Good Karma (now the Dolores Park Café):
This has been a public service announcement.
*My favorite part of the Mission Mission post was the line “Nobody’d quite heard of Nirvana back then!” Actually, we had, but we were denouncing them for signing to a major label. Heh, youth…
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Great post! I’m somewhere in that crowd. Thanks for the memories!
Although I didn’t think it was so bad, I imagine you meant to call Real Good Karma the world’s *worst*.
Indeed. Definitely “worst”. I edited it. Did you ever eat there? Worse than any veggie commune!
Yes, I ate there a handful of times. I don’t remember much about it other than I had a favorite dish. I must not have thought it was so bad or I wouldn’t have eaten there more than once. I think in those days I was much less, uh, selective than I am now.
oh man, memories! my friend Robin’s grandma used to live across the street from Real Good Karma… thankfully never ate there.
and I’m somewhere in that crowd, too… wish I had a microscope, might be able to find me and about half a dozen friends from Lincoln High… memory’s foggy, but we might be hanging over by those palm trees. two friends made a few signs, but I don’t remember what they said.
that was an amazing day… I wasn’t old enough to, but I registered to vote when we all got to City Hall. the canvasser looked at me funny when I handed him my registration with “Republican” checked off. hoho.
the next week, my friend Alice and I were nearly expelled for organizing a student walk out during which some jocks lit all the trash cans on fire. we were let off the hook by agreeing to hold a school sanctioned dialogue on the war held on the soccer field… to which no one showed. pfft.
I love your growing up in SF stories. and I can’t believe The Man coopted your anti-war movement like that. Fascists! 😉
Oh Danny G… Your Karma was good enough to override the menu…Meanwhile Gordon prolly just hated the lack of cheese on the menu…Can’t we all just get along
Ha! I feel self-conscious that now that I write about such a precious food like cheese, anytime I talk about food people will think I’m putting on airs. My standard for vegetarian food at that time was the anarchist collective dumpstered stir fry. RGK fell short. 😉
“anarchist collective dumpstered stir fry”
A great name for a food cart menu item. You could add “ingredients vary with season” or “ingredients vary with dumpster” .