Uncool Gray City
The recent Ten 15 debacle and the spate of complaints South of Market, in North Beach, and in other neighborhoods about people having fun and making noise and occasionally throwing up reeks of NIMBY hypocrisy (gawd, I hate acronyms) and is yet another signifier of the ass-backward state of San Francisco's growth: so much for a liberal, anything-goes, cutting-edge attitude. Why is it OK to dance until dawn in NYC, sip on the sidewalks of Miami, and prowl for the blues in Chi-town till all hours? San Francisco is going prematurely gray.
The Nail File
If you're looking for a gift for your favorite chef, howzabout a trip to the local nail shop? I recently sighted One Market Chef Rabah Abusbaitan getting his nails done at Angela's Nails. No, not a French manicure, he was having his toes done -- after all, he does spend a lot of time on his feet. Take last Saturday, with his delicious demo in the Macy's Cellar. Aside to the Macy's copywriter: I don't know how long the honeymoon is supposed to last, but Abusbaitan is no longer the new chef at One Market. He's been there for nine months.
Comings and Goings
Rodney Guffy, who was the Balboa Cafe's manager, has left the building to work as a headhunter for Madsen Staffing Services. No more free drinks and big smiles for Harry. Rodney had been on plate to manage the revamped -- and still unnamed -- Pierce Street Annex across the street. Best of luck to another talented manager who got out in time.
Meanwhile, the unlucky Black Cat has crossed yet another manager's path. Sam Burkett is the latest to jump that sinking ship -- rumors have her headed Fillmore way with a beret on her pretty little tête.
Got Ya Covered
Looks like Grace Ann may be forced out of a job by her fellow columnists -- Chronicle papermates Pat Steger and Scott Ostler have been doing such a fine job with their restaurant coverage that they've been scooping Ms. Walden on her own beat. Maybe this is a testament to the fact that the biz is a) so hilariously ridiculous (Ostler) or b) completely wrapped up in the world of society and debutantes (Steger). Or it might be a foreshadowing that col-umns like the Scoop and our own humble Side Dish are about to be downsized for thinking "in the box." Look for Muffy's Diary and funny taxicab stories in this space soon.
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