Though I work for the gayest company in the world (no, not that one … or that one), the lunch options in the neighborhood are far from fabulous. Sure, the occasional chicken-avocado sandwich from Piperade‘s takeaway window is a delight, and I don’t hate the sammies at Il Fornaio too much, but there’s a reason I end up eating salad from RJ’s Market pretty much every day of the week, and it has nothing to do with watching my girlish figure.
So when a coworker tipped me off to Cafe Myth, the casual lunchery adjacent to the eponymous restaurant, you just know I had to slap on a pair of sensible pumps and sashay down there.
Cafe Myth sits amidst the brick-façade edifices of the Jackson Square Historic District, among the oldest sections of the city, and one of the few areas of downtown not utterly obliterated in the 1906 quake and fires. In fact, one building in the area famously survived the post-quake inferno:
If, as some say, God spanked the town
For being over frisky,
Why did He burn the churches down
And save Hotaling’s whiskey?
Amen, sister, because lord knows this town needed a good drink after all that.