All Growns Up
So the wild boom years have passed, as have the youths of many SFers wooed here by stock options, boom-era employment, and stuck here under the weight of fully leveraged 725 square foot condo, are no longer interested in raves, E, or thousand person parties. They want mellow. Lounge. They want, according to the Chron, the new SF bar scene.
It’s a chicken and egg thing – or a something and something thing – is it just that residents are older? Less gainfully employed? Or just tired?
I’m not even 40 and I think I’ve completely missed that big party hankering completely. But a nice lounge bar, a neighborhood joint – sign me up. I don’t need everyone to know my name, but its nice to hang out somewhere someone could at least hear my name if I introduce myself.
My favorite local hangouts are less swank and more comfy – R Bar off Polk, Eldos here in the Inner Sunset – along with Yancy’s and the Little Shamrock. It’s not that I don’t like swank. I adore swank, swing, flirt, and all those other buzz word worthy type places. It’s just hard to get swanktified these days – though it’s the right time of year for it.
But the shift in the SF party scene, after a shift in its economy and demography, leaves one to wonder what comes next. If the economy slowly comes back, what’s the logical heir to this trend? The article mentions that people are more netflix than cineplex, so is cocktail hour bound for a comeback too? I suppose it makes sense to stay home once you paid that much for it.
But are we still having fun?