Type 9: North Beach Guidos
You’ve seen them. You know exactly what kind of person I’m talking about. Think New Jersey, except in San Francisco, and you’ve got North Beach. Think ‘Growing Up Gotti’. Actually, just think ‘hair gel’ and ‘protein bars’ and you’ve got your mind around exactly the type of person I’m talking about. Yes, the in-your-face North Beach meathead.
Doing free-association word games with ‘San Francisco,’ a North Beach meathead is not the type of person you’d probably think of right away. You’d first imagine a Haight Hippie, I’d guess, or perhaps a bougie Marina type who likes to sit in a wine and cheese shop and watch the fog roll over the Golden Gate bridge. You’d definitely not picture a guy with fake tanner all over his face, who looks like he’s on a permanent steroid drip, about to get into a fight with some other dude at 3 AM because he thinks the other dude took the last slice of pepperoni pizza. But think again, becasue these people exist in SF, and in North Beach, the scene is alive and well.
North Beach is commonly known as San Francisco’s Little Italy, but it’s more than just a thoroughfare with a lot of Italian restaurants. The Beats loved North Beach, and Cafe Vesuvio is famous for being the haunt of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac. City Lights Bookstore, the famous gathering place of the Beats, is a landmark to this day. In addition to being quite the poetic landscape, North Beach is the home of many of the city’s nastiest bars and strip clubs. There are more strip clubs in North Beach than there are Italian restaurants – Little Italy my ass, literally.
So yeah, with the clubbing comes the clubbing crowd. I’m sad to report that there are no longer poets in North Beach. Instead, there are juiced up steakheads with too small testicles and too big egos who love nothing more than to troll around the streets picking fights and then eating burritos really late at night with their club hos. PS: unsurprisingly, the North Beach guido crowd – men and women – are a good 20 pounds heavier, give or take a few standard deviations, than your average San Franciscan.
Type 10: Lower Haight BoBos
Ahhh bobos. Such a modern day, urban phenomenon. Bobo, which stands for Bohemian Bourgeoise, is a term that perfectly describes the residents of San Francisco’s Lower Haight region.
Before we get any further, what is a bobo you might wonder? Bobo stands for ‘bourgeoise bohemian,’ a term that Wikipedia defines as, “a portmanteau of the words bourgeois and bohemian... ” Okay so everyone knows what a bobo is. Chances are, you know one. Bobos are, basically, bougie people who think they’re socially conscious. So they think they’re all leftist and great and ethical because they’re all going to vote for Obama, and they use Seventh Generation cleaning products, and use biobags or whatnot, but they’ll spend tons of money on espresso machines and Williams-Sonoma kitchenware, and they care a lot about the kind of olive oil is in their kitchen and that sorta thing… ew ew ew. You know.
These bougie people in the Lower Haight love to shop at boutique, specialty clothing stores like the Upper Playground, eat at Zagat Rated restaurants like Uva Enoteca, and sit with $4 espressos at Cafe du Soleil. It’s like the hippies trickle down from Haight-Ashbury to Lower Haight when they get real jobs. People in the Lower Haight think they’re ethnically tolerant because of the large number of Indian restaurants in the area, but they live in a predominantly white neighborhood and most people in the LH will go on for hours, if provoked, about why they’re glad they don’t live in the Mission because they’re afraid they’ll get shot.
In addition to Bobos, there is a small contingency of bobo hipsters who live in the Lower Haight. It’s like they’ll sorta go into the hipster lifestyle – dip their toe in, if you will. Bobo hipsters wear American Apparel and listen to Cut Copy, but they’ll stop at getting a tattoo or picking up a cocaine habit, or quitting their daytime office job. These Bobos think they’re edgy. They really do. Except everyone knows the Lower Haight is for pussies. Sorry, I just had to say it.