No, we're not talking about this Manwich, or even this manwich. We're talking about a classic San Francisco manwich, the kind many likely threw together after the Folsom Street Fair. That's right, September's siren song to summer and submission, the Folsom Street Fair was all freaks and fetishes, all the time. Think of it like any other county fair, except those aren't udders getting milked, the guy wearing chaps and spurs is probably not an actual cowboy and the musical acts are a bit more current.