Oddly compelling stuff from Melissa Gira over at Gridskipper.

"The Sugar Daddy Guide to San Francisco" answers that burning question of what leisure activities one can enjoy under the good graces of said theoretical benefactor -- where to procure lingerie or the finest jewels (breakfast at Tiffany's, anyone?), where to dine, where to get pampered . . . and even where you can take your patron to, er, "get off" when you're not feeling up to it (Mitchell Bro's. ).

Certainly not our San Francisco, but we suppose it's someone's -- and perhaps it's a delicious bit of fantasy to indulge in during the moments between, we dunno, the baby's crying or lectures from the boss.

Shudder