Roach Gigz releases his debut studio album today. Titled Bugged Out, the rapper is banking on the project to build on the buzz his mixtapes have cultivated and jolt his career up another notch. So with Gigz being at the forefront of San Francisco's fresh new generation of rap talent, we got him to run through his five essential hometown spots. He obliged -- and came through with a selection heavy on food and music. Gigz performs with Main Attrakionz, A-1, and Baby E this Friday, Sept. 7, at Slims.
Man, I was addicted to music. I used to be in Amoeba for hours. All the way in the back, when the hip-hop section used to be in the right corner, you could catch me going through every single clearance CD they had. I used to come up on all the good shit. I have this one memory from back in the day when Eminem first came out with the Slim Shady LP. My mom dropped me off in front to go run in and buy the CD, but the teller who was helping me, she was like some older woman [who] played me out crucially: She walked me outside to the car and convinced my mom not to let me buy it because it was too explicit and that bullshit. Every time I'm on Haight street I always stop by Amoeba.
Now listen up, I have been to Philadelphia and ate a couple of cheese steaks. They were cool. I've also had some damn good ones in Jersey. But let me be completely honest with you: They do not compare to The Cheese Steak Shop on Divisadero Street. This cheesy masterpiece reigns supreme in my world. I have been going here for as long as I can remember. I always order a regular cheese steak with onions, no peppers; never peppers. Sometimes I add mustard and mayonnaise if I need to gain me some weight. My son's mother lived a couple blocks up the street, and I would stay over there all the time when I was young, and it was our tradition to go get some cheese steaks and cheesy fries every every time. I'll always be loyal to this spot.
I don't know what the fuck they call it now -- it was Pac Bell, AT&T, and a million other names -- but although this may seem like an obvious choice, I have real history here. My first illegal job and my first legal job were both at the Giants ballpark. In the summer of 7th grade, me and an older friend of mine used to hit the games real early, like hours early, and wait in line for hella long to buy up as many bleacher tickets as we could. Then we jacked up the price and scalped them to tourists and people who didn't know any better or just really needed some tickets. I had never made so much money in my life!
I also got my first legal job at the ball park. When I was like 15 or 16 I got involved with a program that provided jobs for the youth of San Francisco and the Bay Area. And the job they provided was to sell ice cream at the Giants games. So picture me running up and down the aisles at the stadium yelling "Ben and Jerry's" in a tie-dye shirt! And I couldn't bullshit: we got paid on commission, so if we didn't sell hella bars we wouldn't get paid. It was a bitch on cold days and during the night games. I also remember back when the Giants were still at Candlestick, but I don't wanna talk about it. Too emotional with the 49ers leaving.
The Crab Stands on Fisherman's Wharf
I love crab. Like, I really fucking love crab. I used to be all excited about Red Lobster, until one time I went with my grandma and she just completely shit on the crab they were serving. She said we could get much better and fresher crab at the pier. I ended up taking her advice, and since then I have never stopped. The addiction is crazy. People make fun of me because I have a little belly and can't eat a lot, but when it comes to crab, there is no sharing or leftovers going on. I destroy it, all of it. My favorite stand is the Alioto's stand, because they know me and hook me up with the extra legs and claws and all that.