The People's Guide is Curbed SF's tour o' the nabes, lead by our most loyal readers, favorite bloggers, and other luminaries of our choosing. Have a piece to say? We'll be happy to hand over the megaphone. This week, we welcome Eve Batey; Editor and Publisher of the SF Appeal
[The Outer Sunset, perfect for playing Omega Man!]
Nabe: The Outer Sunset
Tell us something we don't know about the Outer Sunset? It's not as foggy as everyone thinks.
Local Customs of note: Surfers taking their wetsuits off in their entryways never gets old.
Hidden Gems in the Outer Sunset: For 25 bucks a month, you can rent 3 DVDs at a time, as many as you want, at Top Video World on Judah and 46th (there's another location on Judah and 9th). Anything they don't have, they'll order for you, and they get stuff before it's on Netflix. It's total instant gratification, and a family business, so it's the perfect combination of consumption and shop local self-righteousness.
Are your neighbors "Rotten Neighbor" worthy? If so, dish. If not ... well, why not? People seem to "store" their cars out here. Then, as their batteries weaken from not being driven, their car alarms start going off*. For hours.
Inflate the bubble or burst it: What's not-so-swell about your "perfect" neighborhood? If your nabe is an underdog, what's being overlooked? I'm incapable of accurately assessing where my nabe stands in the bubble, so I'll give you both: Having to rely on just one transit line, the N Judah, can be very frustrating. If you have any sort of social life, you end up spending way too much on cabs (or parking if you opt to drive). Sometimes I feel really isolated, like no one will come visit me (sob! sniff! This is my public cry for help!) or like it's just too much of a hassle to go out. BUT: I have everything (but my friends) I need here -- a good co-op grocery/general store, great restaurants and coffee, cheap rent, and the beautiful Pacific Ocean. So, see, guys, you should come out to see me!
The final word on the (your neighborhood): It always surprises me when people get weird about the west side of SF, call it the suburbs (in a snide way) or say, as a terming-out Board of Supes member once did to MY FACE that "no one lives out there." Because, what? What did the west side of SF do to make you so...anxious? It reminds me of people who get suuuuper squirmy around gay folks. I love it out here, but we're certainly not trying to recruit you. But if you joined us, the Outer Sunset would welcome you, regardless of who you are, with open arms. You cannot say that about every nabe in SF!
*This is the explanation a local mechanic gave me on why this happens, I am not a car battery or alarm expert and have not fact checked this cause and effect for accuracy!