A few weeks back, Lael wrote a post linking to a vintage New York Times profile of the Mission from 1989. The post in turn spawned a cavalcade of comments from longtime residents eager to share their recollections of the old days. Today, my parents finally got around to chiming in. They met at SF State about three decades ago and lived in apartments on Dearborn (pictured) and then Camp, and have a lot of good recollections of their own:
We’d hang out with friends at each other’s Mission apartments (smoking pot was more comfortable that way), and as geography students at SFSU we cooked each other world food. We didn’t frequent the bars (too sleazy) except for the Dovre Club–then on 18th and Dearborn–on St. Patrick’s Day. Dolores Park wasn’t inviting (though the only part of the park that felt unsafe was the streetcar stop in the middle of the park) but we remember the big turnout for a free Pete and Sheila Escovedo concert. The park and neighborhood sidewalks were riddled with dog poop.
Lots more, including their favorite breakfasts, burritos and pizzas, and why they had to go all the way to North Beach for nightlife, here.