I live in Dutch's least favorite neighborhood. And over in our hood, within a few block radius, there are few eateries I enjoy. Sure, there are lots of dive burrito and torta places, but I'm a slightly trepidatious restaruanteer. I like venturing out, but cleanliness, or lack thereof, makes me a little nervous. So there are lots of places in the hood that I don't go. One that I do enjoy, however, is San Francisco's oldest ice cream parlor. It might be a bit of a misnomer, because it was bought out by some young hipsters a few years ago, and while they have all the original decor, they also serve things like tofu scrambles. Which I actually really enjoy.
There has been much speculation of late about the soon-to-be-reopened Roosevelt's Tamale Factory- another old-school San Francisco landmark, just a few doors down from St. Francis. I walked by yesterday and noticed that they had finally reopened and was curious to check out the goods. I had not heard that it was bought out or anything, just that it was reopening. It is a place I had enjoyed on occasion in its previous life. We met up with some friends there last night and immediately it was clear that things had changed. The decor was polished, there were young, white faces behind the counter, and there were no Mexicans eating inside. I surveyed the menu and asked the young hipster about one intriguing item- stone-ground organic corn tostaditos. In case you ever run into the same thing on a menu, let me translate for you: chips.
I'm torn. Part of me likes stone-ground organic corn tostaditos and veggie burgers available to me within two blocks of my house. But some days it really feels like it's gone too far. Yesterday, I leaned toward the latter.