When I first came to San Francisco for college, my roommate insisted on bringing me to a little cafe in the outer avenues called Simple Pleasures. "You have to try their raspberry rings!" she said. I had never been to this part of town. As we drove past the ocean and turned up Balboa Street, I was enchanted by the neighborhood, filled with colorful houses and apartment buildings blocks away from the crashing surf. We were enveloped in fog, and fog horns sang in the distance.
We passed by a little bait and…Read more