Bistro de Mars
an excerpt

We cruised down Fillmore, passing upscale restaurants, cafes, and bars through the heart of Pacific Heights until reaching Pine Street. Pretty girls dressed up in this neighborhood just to get a drink or four on weeknights. They had dyed blonde hair and black overcoats that hid their sexy bodies underneath cocktail dresses. The men all looked like well groomed bastards five years removed from frat houses. It sure felt like we were sharks cruising amid these fish.