It doesn't belong to Four Barrel, so if any of the pasty patrons or bearded baristas are giving you guff about sitting here, point to the tiny little sign that informs said Mission MacGuffins about the true nature of parklets in San Francisco: namely, that they're free and open to the public.
The plastic or plastique figurines dancing above your head are magical, especially as it's getting dark, especially if there happen to be lights affixed to the lattice structure when you happen to be visiting. There is beautiful bike parking (but very few beautiful bikes), and the blocky reclaimed wood feels sturdy beneath your feet. The seating areas look a bit like open-air cubicles, but I haven't spent enough time here to know whether sharing a stall with someone without asking first is rude.
I can imagine doing some serious reading here. Or spreading out a bunch of science textbooks and/or technical journals and studying and/or designing something. I'm sure dozens of desk-dreading daredevils have done this before. They might even do it on the regular.
San Francisco still has its charms, but as with our inalienable rights, defending these charms sometimes requires sharp elbows as well as tiny little signs. read more