La Côte gauches les primates capitulards toujours en quete de fromage

We all knew it was coming...the SF Chronicle Home and Garden section trumpets:

Don't look now but the French are invading San Francisco.

Well...well...well. We certainly have the politicans for it. Does this not tell you how out of touch the Bay Area elite are with the rest of the country? (that would be *rich SUV-driving elites* for those of you in Fly-over country)

The Chron waxes on, unware of the irony:

To be sure, our city has long lived up to its nickname "the Paris of the West," particularly when it comes to food and wine, and, oh yes -- design. No need to wing off to Charles de Gaulle. You can quench your thirst with a Francophile sojourn right here.

(warning: you may need to throw up after the next graf)

"The French are about style. If they're nothing else, they are about style, " says Joan Osburn, peering through her decidedly late 1800s-style temple spectacles. "Let's face it: America is not about style. But those Americans who are are attracted to France."

Yep... from my perch above the unstylish side of the Bay the prevailing attitude ...SF's elite and the Dems siding with France and Germany...was predictable. Perhaps the "Paris of the West", waggishly immortalized as Baghdad-by-the-Bay for it's opulent hedonism by the Chron's beloved columnist Herb Caen, has far more in common with Vichy.

Posted by feste at January 30, 2003 01:04 PM