In September I wrote about Red Lantern, a pan-Asian restaurant and my first sushi-love in San Francisco’s Richmond neighborhood. So my heart was understandably broken when Red Lantern closed last month. But what the Sushi Gods take with one hand they give with the other. And what they gave was Sushi Delight.
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“If you haven’t been to the Beat Museum... you don’t know Jack”. So read the sign at the North Beach Beat Museum as I arrived for the 94th birthday celebration of the late Jack Kerouac.
I found an eclectic group cozying into the upstairs of the ramshackle boutique. Even among a crowd of two dozen, there were lit geeks, musicians, activists, students, and hippies--both original and modern--all mingling, as if they all knew each other. “Welcome, it’s great to see you all,” announced owner Jerry Cimino, “I recognize most of you.” Apparently they did all know each other. I decided to remain on the periphery of the crowd, perusing the collection of Beat artifacts and paraphernalia: Jack Kerouac’s flannel jacket, Allen Ginsberg’s organ--the musical variety, the 1949 Hudson used in the 2012 adaptation of On the Road, and oh so many Beat-authored books, letters, and artwork from the entire pantheon of San Francisco Beat boys, big and small. |