stripeycity says hello & goodbye

We now only have memories of San Francisco’s Original Joe’s dim bar & massive plates of spaghetti, drowning in red sauce or clams.  Damn the fire bugs that destroyed it and mourn the loss of the joint’s brick facade and its dark, musty bar, site of a thousand cocktails and glasses of red wine long before the age of the mixologist.

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