Howard Junker’s Streetcred

Ladies and gentlemen. I finally met Howard Junker. My last night in San Francisco. Two men. Pabst Blue Ribbon. It doesn’t get any sillier than that.

I am here to tell you that Mr. Junker imbibed Pabst Blue Ribbon with me. How many editors of literary journals would drink PBR? Would Wendy Lesser drink PBR? Or David Remnick? No! But Howard Junker did!

The only reason I was imbibing the stuff was because I am trying to acclimatize to Manhattan cocktail prices. Although it would appear that certain establishments in San Francisco are charging equally ridiculous prices. So perhaps I can return to better ales.

There will be more later. A lengthy post on leaving San Francisco. Another post, if I can find the time, on Richard Cheese and the remarkably dim audience at the Red Devil Lounge. But I suspect that BEA will trump all of this. Bear with me. I am now in transition!


  1. Pabst? You drank Pabst? To get used to New York?

    Dude, I was born in Cleveland and live in Cincinnati and I don’t drink that stuff, even though it costs a fraction of my usual poison. (Bass, or if I’m slumming it, Killians.)

    Actually, Ed, I was just in San Fran two weeks ago. You’re going to find New York drinks are actually a little cheaper. Since you’re moving to Brooklyn, you should be able to find Yuengling. Highly recommended.

  2. Oof. Ed, quit the PBR training. Drinking beer from a can will only breed malcontent. Instead, go for the local brews, Brooklyn or Yuengling. We’ll point you in the direction of some decent happy hour establishments. $3, tops.

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