Pomeroy’s had eggwhites. Pomeroy’s
at the edge of the Tenderloin, about two
blocks from my lovely new home. “Did you
know this place when it was Harrington’s?”
asked a bearded gentleman on his way home
(somewhere on Sutter) from work (corner of
South Van Ness and someplace). Either way,
he wasn’t far from work and he wasn’t far
from home. It turns out the bar, which I’d
never set foot in before, either as Pomeroy’s,
Harrington’s, or anyplace else, best I could
remember, had egg-whites. Had vegan egg-
whites, even. Just no Pisco. So no Pisco
Sour for me. Day before yesterday. Or yes
terday. Meaning I failed. I failed in my quest
to have that one symbolic alcoholic beverage
know this place when it was Harrington’s?”
asked a bearded gentleman on his way home
(somewhere on Sutter) from work (corner of
South Van Ness and someplace). Either way,
he wasn’t far from work and he wasn’t far
from home. It turns out the bar, which I’d
never set foot in before, either as Pomeroy’s,
Harrington’s, or anyplace else, best I could
remember, had egg-whites. Had vegan egg-
whites, even. Just no Pisco. So no Pisco
Sour for me. Day before yesterday. Or yes
terday. Meaning I failed. I failed in my quest
to have that one symbolic alcoholic beverage
that night as a treat to myself.
