Poet-Ghosts In The Attic: Vesuvio
255 Columbus Ave
(between Broadway St & Jack Kerouac Alley)
San Francisco, CA 94133
Up here on my second floor perch at Vesuvio, the table is too small and sticky for spreading out papers. The raucous conversation of the party of nine at the table beside me has crescendoed to hollering. And there’s no wifi. In fact, my phone won’t work at all.
But I am still writing. It feels like every word I write might have a breath of genius in it, like a beat poet’s ghost might take me by the hand and help me along. I scribble madly. I drink cheap wine. I smirk at a bus load of tourists snapping pictures in the muraled alley below.
Vesuvio isn’t just a good place to write. It is the place to write in San Francisco. Shake off that fear of artistic cliche, grab a pen and a tattered notebook, and show up for happy hour at 3pm on weekdays. I’ll see you there.