All right, here’s your background.
And here’s what’s new, via right-of-center columnist CW Nevius. Now you’re up-to-speed.
The new DC location for the Tadich probably won’t make it, sorry, but let’s look at the Frisco joint.
Like literally – can you see the Financh behind a very smoky DC-8 in this shot from 1967, the year the Tadich found its current home? Sure.
That’s a still from Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner, with Sidney Portier. So, this movie was huge back in 1967, back when some(?) of the current(?) owners were what, in their twenties? Wonder what they thought of this flick – they couldn’t have missed all the commotion over it, that’s for sure.
So this is what San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown is saying:
“Every tourist should go there. I have been going there for 20-30 years.”
Oh, OK. That’s funny.
And then there’s this:
“In my opinion, they need to clean up their intra-family relationships,” he said. “And do it quickly. If they don’t they are going to be riding the Wine Train.”
I was wondering how this bit from CWNevius could/would turn into a source greaser/beat sweetener and here it is. Willie Brown wants attorney / underling / minion Joaquin McCoy(sp?) to make $4 million(!) off of an out-of-county business and Willie’s doing his best to help that along. OK. (Of course, if the Tadich were in Napa and the wine train were in Frisco, then his positions would be entirely the opposite, but oh well.)
(And I don’t think you can compare the two situations. IMO, this is a serious blow for the Tadich empire – the Wine Train thing is a nothingburger compared to this.*)
Reading down we get to this, where journalist Nevius lets columnist Nevius chirp up:
“And at 23, she was young. Any parent would be concerned.”
Uh NOPE! Actually, some parents would not be so “concerned” IRL. Oh, maybe Nevius wrote an opinion column after all. (Why wouldn’t the Chron use a reporter to report what the daughter is saying? Mmmm…)
I’ll tell you, our Tadich Grill is fully radioactive now. What the half-life will be, well, we’ll see…
*Would I have kicked them off the train? NOPE. Would I have complained about them in the first place? NOPE. Would I myself would have gotten so loud as to disturb others? NOPE. Would I have driven three hours back and forth to Napa for the privilege of riding any sort of wine-related train? NOPE. Such a killjoy am I.
