The 1990s were all about grunge, Bill and Monica, one-shoulder overalls, pacifiers as necklaces, Tamagotchis, Titanic, and, if you grew up in San Francisco, all of these things -- some of which will hopefully make you nostalgic for a decade when Tupac and Jerry were still around to make music. For some of it, anyway.
That Justin Herman was a skate spot
And not an ice skating spot. R.I.P. EMB.
The feeling of winning a Fifth Super Bowl Championship
Thanks for nothing, Jed York.
That no one hung out in SOMA
Much less paid astronomical sums to live there.
That Faith No More played at the Cow Palace
But Mr. Bungle played at The Stone.
That the best raves required a drive
And often an empty airplane hanger.
Japantown Bowl was the only place to bowl
Two stories of lanes and So. Many. Birthday. Parties.
The Lyon Street Steps weren't for running
But for hanging out and being seen. Also, they were just called “The Steps.”
You drank 40 ounces in the park...
... of malt liquor only. Although now also seems like an appropriate moment to give a shout out to Pete's Wicked Ale.
Blear, CFB, and Chester Ded, and Link 80
"Teenage... Why do I feel this way?" #angst
That getting coffee at The Blue Danube...
... always included The Counting Crows playing in the background.
Lombardi's was the only place to get sporting goods
And you remember when they moved from Clement to Jackson.
Twist was a badass
And everyone had a friend of a friend who knew him.
Every girl had to have her belly button pierced
And she had to get it done at Body Manipulations on Haight St.
Commonwealth was where it all went down on Halloween
Epic shaving cream fights.
Everyone called The Palladium "The Get-Laidium"
The Palace of Fine Arts was awesome for the Exploratorium
(But also for late-night keg parties.)
Pants had really, really, really, REALLY wide legs
Also: carpenter pants. For all of that hammering we were doing? And let's not forget about sagging. As if we could.
Under a flannel with one of the above.
What it's actually like to be in an earthquake
Yeah, Loma Prieta happened in 1989, but everyone was still thinking about it well into the '90s.
Ben Davis, FreshJive, Behind the Post Office, FTC
And Pumas in every color of the rainbow.
You didn't make out
You macked on someone.
And if you got denied
You were so moded.
Driving lessons with Mr. Lee
Seriously, did anyone else in SF even teach kids how to drive?
Meeting up at the McDonald's on Haight St
Before heading over to Children’s Playground.
Buying crystals and band T-shirts at The Rock Shop
And tapes and CDs at The Warehouse.
The Pink Pages were the only way to find out which concerts were coming to town
And were the hands-down best part of the Sunday paper. After the comics.
Sneaking into the arboretum one night
And the bus graveyard the next.
And those awful white gloves.
The First Tibetan Freedom Concert was in Golden Gate Park
Smashing Pumpkins, Tribe, Beastie Boys, Rage, Sonic Youth, Beck, No Doubt...
You didn't have to like The Grateful Dead
But you had to respect them. And the day Jerry died was one of the saddest in the city.
$5 fast passes
And not hating the bus.
"Don't give me no bammer weed"
Dank weed only, please.
Your pager was your lifeline
Which meant you always had a quarter for the pay phone.
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Daisy Barringer is Thrillist's SF Editor and she is beyond thankful Twitter did not exist when she was a kid. Still, you can follow her on it now @daisy.