Saturday morning sidewalk in the streets of San Francisco’s Mission district.
There is a sea of avocados and mangos always calling me in the mornings when I walk to work.
Casa Guadalupe: SF, CA.
I’m not sure what maximum occupancy is at Nap’s Only, but I’ve never seen more than eight people here, give or take, at any given time. The only time I saw someone sing at this joint was a few weeks back when a young man, hip with a trucker’s hat and beard, performed his tone-deaf rendition of The Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody.” He was on the edge of the door frame, slowly creeping onto the sidewalk, with arched back and strained veins protruding from his neck. It was awesome.
I need to convince my wife that this is the perfect place for a date night.
Nap’s Only: SF, CA.