The importance of inches - Page 2


(Which of course my friend already knew.)

He said, and I quote, "Yeah, but, you know ..."

Oh, that.

So, OK. Yes, so ... whence will my moment come, this athletic glory, this (soft, delicate, fragile) femalehood? I am one inch short and, oddly enough, two and a half inches long.

My new favorite restaurant is Lilly's on Divis. Don't let them talk you out of the hot sauce (it's not that hot) or into the chicken (it's not that great). The pork ribs, though! Great atmosphere: as in, no atmosphere. Just you and your meat and Wonderbread and the smell of smoke. Most people get it to go. Oh, and there's a parking lot. You know the corner.


Daily, 11 a.m.–11 p.m.

705 Divisadero, SF

(415) 440-7427

Takeout available


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