A little story for your day.
I had done some research on the best places in town to get breakfast. I'm a big fan of breakfast. Love it.
So in my research I came across this little French Bistro called Brenda's. Every site I looked at rated Brenda's at the top and their menu made my mouth water.
So, Sunday night (aka Day 1) we approached our Concierge and asked about Brenda's. The gentleman helping us had heard of it, said it was amazing, and then proceeded to give us a map.
"Ooooh," He said with a frown. "The only problem is that it's in the Tenderloin District."
"It's like the meat packing district of New York. Not very nice," he replied.
So we took his directions and looked at the map again.
It was only six blocks from our hotel. We could get there, unharmed in six blocks, right?! Even if we ran.
P.S. Here's what Wikipedia says about the Tenderloin District:
[The Tenderloin is a high crime neighborhood, particularly violent street crime such as robbery and aggravated assault. Seven of the top ten violent crime plots (out of 665 in the entire city as measured by the San Francisco Police Department) are adjacent plots in the Tenderloin and Sixth and Market area. The neighborhood was considered to be the origin of a notorious Filipino gang Bahala Na Gang or BNG, a gang imported from the Philippines. In the late 1960s to the mid 1970s, the gang was involved in extortion, drug sales, and murder for hire.]
So we set out around 8:45 in the morning after Jess and J.C. met us at our hotel.
We rounded the corner of our hotel and crossed the street into the first block of the Tenderloin District.
Not so bad...
But then we walk farther in. The entire block is lined with sleeping people. Head to feet, sleeping. Not joking. Person after person.
We walk a little farther down that first block and we see city workers cleaning human waste (think #1 and #2) off the sidewalk.
First block down. Five more to go.
All of the sudden screams and shouts erupt not far in front of us. What looks like an escalating bar fight has spilled out on to the street. We hear sirens and look at each other and immediately turn right around and start walking back the way we came.
No thank you.
We ended up eating at a delicious place called David's Delicatessen (more on that later), but I think we were all in a bit of shock over just how bad that little trek into the Tenderloin District was.
I, personally, felt unsafe and very frustrated with the state of our society.
I felt bad for the people who were forced to live on the streets of San Fran and the state of their mental health whether natural or drug induced.
It was not a good feeling and it bothered me the rest of the trip.
After we finished breakfast, I endured jokes thrown my way the rest of the day about how I almost got us killed because of a French Bistro.
C'est la vie.
But if you go to Brenda's and find a better way to get there on foot. Would you let me know?
Also, tell me how their food was.