In the early 90’s there was this guy who hung out at Fisherman’s Warf. He’d steal a long baguette from a street stall and use it as a phallus, wagging it at women tourists. We drank beer in Lou’s Blues upstairs and laughed at the tourist’s reactions. Part of the ambiance then. Today’s ambiance I reckon is not so funny.
Now they walk into the open air seating of some restaurants, steal food off the plate and squat to pinch a loaf before they move on.
With impunity.