San Francisco is a real place with real people and real food. With this in mind, I decided to check out where I could go for a meal with a San Franciscan woman I had never met in person but whose prison letters went into explicit detail about how she would remove Bon Jovi from the realm of consciousness. I must stress that I’ve never been to San Francisco, the prison woman doesn’t exist and I don’t eat food but for the sake of the story, lets pretend I have, she does and I do. So I asked a question about food and was told that I had asked it in the wrong place:
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Is this what comes of eating in San Francisco? If so, I think I’ll stay in New York.
Sure there’s nowhere like home.
Yes, I could see how this might make the dining out people a little put off.
I wonder what response was given when it was moved to the Health section?