Results tagged “tourist”

Oh, sure, you've seen all the coverage of Jan Gehl's plan to turn Fisherman's Wharf into something tolerable. But wouldn't you like to know more? The excellent SPUR is holding a forum TODAY about the city's plan to alleviate pedestrian-congestion by updating the neighborhood's 1950s-style freeway-inspired urban design: widening sidewalks, installing benches, and adding bike lanes, injunction be damned. After all, be honest: when's the last time you went to Fisherman's Wharf? Probably when you had out-of-town guests.

Muni issued an alert yesterday afternoon that said simply, "Emergency - Powell line cable cars back in service." Oh no! Emergency! Cable cars unleashed on an unsuspecting public! Save yourselves! Run for the hills! Oh no wait -- the hills are exactly where the cable cars WANT you to run!

-- Oh dead God: "Hearts in San Francisco" returns. Sweet cuddly baby Jesus, help us all. [Curbed SF]

-- Girlfight tonight! Well, not tonight, but some nights ago, one presumably drunk girl stabbed another in the eye her stiletto heel at (ugh) Slide. [The Snitch]

Okay, so the family is coming for the holidays and you don't know what to do other than the Wharf and any place that doesn't involve getting solicited for spare change every ten feet. Or maybe you got nothing to do this holiday season and your cheap-ass company is only doing a White Elephant type party while your friends have all these kick-ass Christmas parties on ships or with great bands and you need something to do to get into the holiday spirit. Well, we got the web site for you.

-- From Hal

Even though we are way way past school age, we still get a little melancholy at the close of summer. Fortunately, our friends across the -ist network know that the shenanigans don't need to end just because the big yellow buses are back on the roads. So, grab your sunscreen and your favorite hangover cure, as we take a tour of end of summer fun from -ist cities all over the damn place.

So, SFist Tourist has a bit of a confession: we went on the Chinatown Ghost Tour over a week ago and plumb forgot to write about it until we were watching Big Trouble in Little China last night. It could have been the misnomer in the name. Not that we thought a ghost would lead the tour, but you certainly don't go to a monster truck rally and not expect to see monster trucks. And really, what's a cockfight without cocks? A whole lotta disappointing, that's what.

"God, tourists!" We are all familiar with the shameful epithet meant to invoke images of pasty, overfed Midwesterners milling about Fisherman's Wharf, clad in SF sweatshirts and fanny packs, and desperately trying to locate the nearest Olive Garden. For the most part, being a Tourist is a bad thing. We avoid them, we don't want to be them and shun maps and asking for help, or even any type of activity remotely involving even the idea of a guided tour. But aren't most of us not from SF? The Midwest, even? Don't we become tourists anytime we travel to visit somewhere else? Should you have to go through a moral battle over whether or not to go to Alcatraz because, yeah, it might be cool, but that's what tourists do? How many of us have friends who come from all over the globe, begging to experience SF and once you send them to Alcatraz ten times, what the hell do you do with them?

Local filmmaker James Nguyen is explaining the premise of his next film, , agreed to appear in his movie, and that he's planning to make a film about space tourism next. And a few sentences after that, he announces that in 2007 he has plans to send people up into space -- for real! Not as part of his nascent film, but in real freakin' life. He's a busy guy.