18th Street Parklet

No. Parklets are just plain stupid.
I will refuse to patronize any restaurant or coffeehouse that sponsors these.

It’s ridiculous that I live within two blocks of both the Divisadero Street and Fulton Street Parklets, that I walk by them all the time (the Divisadero one literally three or four times a week), and that I love the idea and the execution of parklets in San Francisco. Why is it ridiculous? Because I’ve never actually spent time in either of them. Yet the 18^th Street Parklet in Potrero Hill? The first time I saw it, I told myself that I should eat my lunch here, and about two hours later, that’s exactly what I did.
Yes, it has AstroTurf. (It might be some other faux grass, but it’s definitely not FieldTurf.) Despite the higher likelihood of sports-​related injury, I don’t mind the fake grass; it’s clean, and it adds a funny element to what can be a sceney and obnoxious part of Potrero Hill. OK, I don’t really think of Potrero Hill like that, but it has more than its fare share of obnoxiously out-​of-​touch rich people, so you have to be careful sometimes. Anyway, there are cute and mismatched and funny places to sit, and since 18^th Street really isn’t that busy, you’ll actually enjoy sitting in the middle of the street.
This is a very strategically located parklet, as Hazel’s kitchen doesn’t have any indoor seating, and neither it nor Farley’s is wheelchair accessible while the parklet is, so if a wheelchair user were actually able to put an order in at either place, she could enjoy the nice day and try to forget that almost every business on 18^th Street seems to have an annoying (and discriminatory) front step.
Yea, parklets!