Castro Day 2 (blog2)

Walking across the street from Eureka Valley Recreation Center, I noticed two mini murals on a small building. One mural was made entirely out of pieces of glass, which depicted kids and adults holding hands, numbers, books and smiling faces. The other mural right next to the glass depicted protestors and musicians, which included bright colors like red, blue green, and purple. Both murals were accompanied by words like social justice, freedom, peace, diversity, equality and acceptance. The murals were so eye-catching it was hard to stop staring at them. It was one of those days where I wish I had a camera (note to self buy a camera). The murals belonged to Harvey Milk’s Academy.

The murals from the school made me want to explore the neighborhood further. When I walked towards Baghdad’s Café, I stopped when I noticed another mural behind the café. I examined the mural, it represented the same guiding principles the school’s murals did; acceptance, love, equality, and social justice. The only difference is the following mural was a little more explicit. The mural depicted homosexuals who’ve died of aids, transgender women and men, flowers, and last but not least Harvey Milk. It was probably one of the few murals that have actually kept my attention for more then 10 minutes (once again I need a camera). Unfortunately, the artist’s name was chipping off so I wasn’t able to figure out painted the mural (better google it next time).

I noticed the sun was setting when I heard a strange growl, it sounded like a mini earthquake. The sound was coming from my stomach, I was so hungry. I decided to check out Café Flore to see what kind of food they had. When the waitress handed me the menu, my mouth salivated when read the kind of pizzas, pastas, gourmet burgers, and salads they had. I frowned when I noticed the prices of each meal, ranging from $10.00 to 15.00. My mind was made up after realizing that even their macaroni and cheese was a little pricy ($6.50 for a small plate of mac and cheese, I don’t think so). I gave the waitress back the menu and left the restaurant.

Walking across the street I saw a card board display of an over-sized ice cream cone. My mind and stomach crying out for food, I walked over to the owner of the ice cream display, “Super Duper Burger”. I went inside the burger place and ordered a cheese burger and a medium soda, which was $7.00 all together. However, the burger wasn’t so ‘super duper’, but at least it wasn’t terrible either (I should have gone to that Mexican place). I think the owner should change the name of the restaurant; it might build up future costumers’ expectations too much only to leave them disappointed. The second day at Castro made me realized how cheap I was (the glamorous life of a college student).

Links:

http://cafeflore.com/

http://www.superdupersf.com/