Milk March
Harvey Milk was a San Francisco city supervisor and landmark figure in championing gay rights. Assassinated in 1978, Milk remains one of the most famous and influential people in the city's history.
Apparently, Gus Van Sant is making a movie starring Sean Penn as Milk. JP and I thought it might be fun to voluneer to be extras while they were shooting on location in the Castro and Market St.
The scene we did was the candlelit march, a re-enactment of the mpromptou vigil that sprang up after the assassinations. There were a lot of people there, both volunteers and professional extras. We were told to wear 70's looking clothes that weren't too garish, so I went with tight jeans and my NOW shirt, which reads "A boy of quality is not threatened by a girl for equality". Aw. Some of the other volunteers had interesting takes on the wardrobe. Fuschia leg-warmers?? Someone is confusing 80's with the 70's and has no idea what "garish" means.
They shut down the street and brought in a parade of nice-looking 70's cars. There were real and fake police standing around. You could tell which ones were fake because they had sideburns and 70's cop mustaches.
We waited forever for them to set up the shot, then finally waddled, en masse, down Market St. holding our little candles, trying to look sad and not to look at the camera. And then we waited some more and did it all over again. Not the most exciting night of my life, but try everything once, right?
Ebb Tide's food doesn't have a lot of wow factor, but their scrambles and benedicts are yummy, their hollandaise sauce is downright cravable and their food is consistently good.
The menu itself is hilarious. It's misspelt in several places, and includes items like "Vegan-dance party", "Bacon Platter, Yes a Big Platter of Bacon", and various dishes that end in "thingy". Oh, and did I mention they offer a bacon platter?
I'm also a little obsessed with home fries, and Ebb Tide makes them the way I like it -- I love chunky home fries that are on the soft side and am, despite myself, offended whenever I am served deep-fried potato squares. I want home fries, not square french fries, dammit!
Ebb Tide never serves me square french fries, always gives me a giant random mug full of coffee, and extra hollaindaise sauce when I need it. And best of all, I never wait to sit down.
* Hipster Foodies Who Ruin Breakfast, who you can read more about in Yelp-Celebrity-Ed's review of when we(I'm Amelia in the review) went to Boogaloos: http://www.yelp.com/biz/boogaloos-san-francisco#hrid:ABbsfWMd-wd7YBieb8biJA
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