TBH, a breath mint and a jelly bean really isn’t enough sustenance for a growing boy, so I had second lunch at an adorbz Italian joint with my Canadian busy business lady colleague and a buddy who recently moved to San Francisco from New York.
Of course we spent most of the meal fawning over how awesome San Francisco is. Like, the weather is amazeballs and the eats are super-yum and the peeps are super-nice and stuff.
Then my buddy was all, “Yeah, SF is great and all, but there’s a serious drug and homeless problem here.” And I was all, Sad face.
At least the eats were yum.