A Quiet Sunday Night
Went to the Mission Tonight. Ate a couple burritos. This place reminds me of the Columbia Heights and Mt. Pleasant areas of Washington, D.C. -- except way bigger. I stopped at an Irish place called the Dovre on my walk through. The people in there were great. The guy at the end of the bar, Clem, had such a brouge it was hard to understand him. He said that the Mission used to be an Irish area. Every year there are fewer and fewer first-generation Irish there.
[Some places in the Mission have so many signs stacked on top of one another it reminds me of a Brooklyn neighborhood.]