Results tagged “folsom”

In his new column, Chron foodie Michael Bauer sounds more than titillated by the concept of Saison, a new restaurant from partners Joshua Skenes and Mark Bright that is set to begin service one night a week only with a set menu. From the sound of it, after a few sold out weeks they'll likely be serving three nights a week, but this does serve as another example of ingenuity in the face of economically uncertain times in the restaurant biz.

Finally, food from the back of a Toyota (or whatever) we can get behind. The upstanding citizens over at Eater tell us that French food will be available tonight at Folsom and Seventh. Good French good, that is. According to Chez Spencer's Twitter message, "Thursday, May 21 -Spencer on the go-French Take-away will be up and running on Folsom and 7th St at 6:00 pm." So, head over the SOMA, the best neighborhood in San Francisco, and taste some of chef Laurent Katgely's treats.

Near Folsom Street.

Described as a "generous woman who often gave money to the homeless," Helen Canafax, 63, was on the 600 block of Folsom Street on April 10 when an unidentified man swiped her purse and hit her to the ground. Canafax, according to reports "sustained serious injuries in the fall and died on April 26." The suspect at-large is reportedly "a black man between 35 and 40," weighing in somewhere around 180 pounds The suspect was wearing "a gray beanie-style cap, a red or black sweatshirt and dark-colored pants" on the day of the attack. If you know of any leads in this case, you are urged to call SFPD homicide inspectors Richard Martin or John Cleary at 415-553-1145, or the tip line at 415-575-4444.

                                       

Photog extraordinaire Darwin Bell (for The Sword) managed to make it to yesterday's sex-and-fetish gala, the annual Folsom Street Fair. Lucky You. But let's skip the innuendos, explanation, and body-odor hate, and just get to the good stuff: fellatio, fisty sex acts, Sarah Palin drag, mommy parts, butts, boobs, bits, beer, same-sex sex, porta-potties, leather, and family fun. (Need some more Folsom Street Fair imagery burned into your brain?

They don’t come any more rich with Blocker fodder than Folsom between 6th and 7th Sts. You’ve got four lanes of auto traffic zooming in one direction only. You’ve got an infamous ultramega dance club on one corner, and an “urban communal retreat” that certain people just call a big sex cult on another. You’ve got $30 back waxes, the ice cream man, hella lofts. There’s light industry. There’s an enormous, lovely city park. There’s a guy walking down the sidewalk with a black cat slung over his shoulder. Let’s go.

As most of you know, we here at SFist are staunch vertical-growth advocates. In addition to One Rincon Hill being visible from SFist headquarters, we have also had the pleasure of watching the mushroom tip of BLŪ sprout above SOMA/Rincon Hill overt the last few months. While unsure of whether or not it was the next St. Regis or SOMA Grand, we've been dying for some time to sneak a peak at its insides.