Brother, Can You Spare An Oyster?
A visit to Swan Oyster Depot in San Francisco
The only place I’ve ever had wine at 9am and heard the words “Jesus Christ” is Sunday Mass. But those are two things that might happen at Swan Oyster Depot in San Francisco.
I wrote about my visit to this city—charming, historic, inventive, hidebound, unaffordable. I liked it a lot, though in many ways it is puzzling and contradictory. It feels like it c…
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