I forgot to mention a little excursion I took while I was in San Francisco. I decided to take a cab to the intersection of Haight Ashbury to see where the whole hippie, free love, drug culture scene flourished in the 60’s. I believe Janis Joplin and Jerry Garcia lived close to the famous intersection and I wanted to see what trace residue was still in the neighborhood.
Immediately after stepping out of the cab, I saw a brigade of homeless folks and their pets relaxing. I moved on and looked at the stores that filled the street, most of them were trendy boutiques and pizza joints, counter culture wasn’t as abundant as I expected. At the corner of the next block, a homeless guy smoked marijuana right in broad daylight. As I made it to the end of the street, I figured my next step would be to find a restaurant bar where I could relax and take in the scene. I ended up at a really weird place called Murio’s Trophy Room.
Immediately upon walking in, I realized that I was going to stick out in this place. The bartender had a big blue airplane earring hanging from his right ear and immediately came up to me and poked fun of my shirt, “Hey, how much did they pay you to buy that shirt?” I replied, “I guess, not enough..” He continued to feel me out with verbal jabs and finally said, “Ahhh, I’m just messing with you, I only pick on guys bigger than me. I used to be big, like 245 pounds, but that was before meth.”
I asked for a beer and he gave it to me on the house, said it was for tolerating his abuse, which didn’t matter much to me. A weird variation of Beyonce’s “All The Single Ladies” was playing on the jukebox, it was a bluegrass adaptation. I asked the bartender if they made food and he shook his head no, but he can do one better. He hopped over the bar and ran out the door, 2 minutes later he’s back with two menus for me to consider from nearby restaurants. He suggested I order the food and bring it back to his bar. As I looked over the menu, the bartender returned and asked what I was going to order. He liked my selections and asked if I could grab him a couple items as well. We ended up eating a big meal at the bar and sharing some calamari rings, he gave me way more cash than what it costs which translated to more free beers.
By 9PM, I think I had about 5 beers and had gained $8. As the bar starting filling up with all kinds of rogues, vagabonds, and misfits, I left the $8 on the bar and headed home. I’m not sure what I expected to see in Haight Ashbury, but Muir’s Trophy Room definitely exceeded those expectations.
When I got home I downloaded “All The Single Ladies” by The Pigs (the bluegrass version). The first time I played it, Winston flipped out, yelling “No, No, No, boys aren’t supposed to sing this song, it is a girls song”, he’ll need to loosen up before he ever visits the Trophy Room.