On my first visit to San Francisco a friend told me to do “the tourist thing” and get an Irish Coffee at the Buena Vista Cafe
I found the place about 3pm and went in to order the drink. I looked exactly like you would expect a tourist form Kansas City might look.
The only people at the bar besides me were one muscular bartender, one man in a three piece tweed business suit and one person with fire engine red hair. I honestly couldn’t tell the gender of the red haired person. But, after all, it was San Francisco and a lot of alternative attitudes were around. The two were obviously conversing but their clothes and appearance seemed to be violently opposite.
As I took a first sip on my Irish coffee I heard the business suit man exclaim to the red haired person, “You know, I could love him as a man, but I’m not sure I could love him as a woman.”
I paused at that moment with the drink about one inch from my lips. The combination of the possible meanings of that statement immediately began piling up in my head.
I glanced up at the bartender.
He stood there staring at me with a grin that silently said, “Welcome to San Francisco”