Let’s see how a day looks in San Francisco. To those who bend over a desk or a hot stove for eight hours, I guess…
Posts published by “Herb Caen”
San Francisco, to me, is like a house of cards: postcards in glowing colors stacked against the hills that march from the Bay on one…
Cadillac, “American Standard for the World,” may be making a mistake in its slick and glossy magazine ads. In the foreground we see the latest…
People, places and things we can do without: Bars that don't have a back mirror. When you're having a drink alone (hi there) it's nice…
If there is one thing you can say about me without risking a libel suit, it’s that I have terrific manners. As Bill Saroyan wrote…
It still seems to be a popular bumper strip — “America, love it or leave it!” — and it sticks in the craw as well…
What I consider the most cynical utterance in the entire literature of Americana — H.L. Mencken's "No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of…
Oh, it's a city, all right. Idle statistic: San Francisco has some 800 buildings over seven stories tall, more than the rest of California combined.…
I remember when the spitball was legal and when Three Finger Mordecai Brown had five fingers and when the 1929 Seals had a club that…