Love Letters to Glen Park

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It takes a village. Glen Park is like no other neighborhood in San Francisco. It’s a place that I have come to love and enjoy as a resident of tens years. It truly has a village feel to it: the tidy homes and bungalows, the circuitous, tree-lined streets evocative of a tiny, European town, quaint shops and a quiet, low-key atmosphere. When I first moved to Glen Park, I enjoyed its easy access to the 101 and the 280 freeways as I worked in Silicon Valley. Today, I make my living in San Francisco. No longer owning a car, I take BART or Muni where ever I need to go--that is, when I’m not walking. Walking in my neighborhood is thoroughly enjoyable. You feel far away from the hustle and bustle of a major metropolitan city. I am pleased to see gradual changes come to Glen Park unlike the drastic, metamorphosis of neighborhoods. Fortunately, we have eluded chain stores like Walgreens or Starbucks in favor of small, independent shops. In addition, residential development hasn’t interfered with our neighborhood’s esthetics. I have welcomed the addition of new restaurants—Gialina Pizzeria and French bistro Le P’tit Laurent--but rely upon the longtime establishments like La Corneta taqueria. I have come to know and enjoy the company of Glen Park’s small business owners. It adds to that village atmosphere much like an episode of Bellykissangel. In my daily course of life, I’ll say hello to Rick of Cheese Boutique or Joe of Destination Bakery, as the sweet smells of pastry wafts through the early morning air. Towards the evening, I often see Laurent, of Le P’tit Laurent, as he reviews the evening’s reservations book or, around back, will chat up Chef Eliseo before as night’s meal service begins. Glen Park offers not only offers the charm and character of a village, but a wonderful place to live in what we all call home, San Francisco.

A late spring torrential downpour was my first introduction to the hidden treasures of Glen Park’s mini ‘downtown’. I’d ducked into the nearest shelter, and found (and subsequently lost) myself within the labyrinthian trail of Bird and Beckett bookstore. The stack of vintage vinyl and the mic stand setup in back hinted at intimate performances, and indeed, the Bird and Beckett Cultural Legacy Project brings together legendary jazz musicians and hosts literary readings in both formal and impromptu gatherings. Further forays into Glen Park’s modest storefronts revealed additional charms: the exquisite Cheese Boutique, where they patiently hold up the cheese wheel and let you call out (in grunts, nods, grins and other gestural communication forms) the precise size of wedge you want. Common Grounds crepe and coffee house is the hub of ‘hood updates and a chance to take a gander at the neighbor’s half-dozen cats who perch on the adjacent stoop. It is these qualities (some leaning towards oddities) which give Glen Park it’s ‘village’ feel – even as it evolves from bedroom suburb to the outright destination spot it is becoming.

But the commercial charms of this ‘sleepy hollow’ neighborhood do not hold candle to it’s piece de resistance – the wonderously wild enclave of Glen Park Canyon. Dramatic franciscan chert outcroppings lure gutsy rock climbers, and bird-watching amid the slopes and clefts is legendary. Graceful eucalyptus trees tower over strolling paths and winding trails lead up to precipitous perches offering panoramic views across the chasm. Located mere blocks from the shopping zone, the call of this slice of wilderness in the physical center of The City keeps the walks bustling with adventurers and naturists, while dog walkers, tennis players and seasonal softball leaguers head to the more docile courts and playing fields.

I’m now an official resident of this neighborhood, and feel blessed to partake of it’s splendid mix of urbanite delicacies and earthy rusticalities. I have the best of both worlds, and relish that this ‘secret gem’ locale is still flying (somewhat) under the radar!

Oh my beloved, we grew up in an old home on Chenery St , across from St John’s school. All of us love you, Glen Park, with your small narrow twisting streets and cobblestone laden back alleys. It seemed like every street had it's own story and adventure for us to explore. I remember seeing your little old enclave of small cottages on Hammerton get demolished, making way for the new JFK school. I remember how much I loved and still love you. Your little village lost in a city with its own wilderness. I recall walking into your playground thru your unofficial entrance, the hole in the fence at the end of Chenery. Many hours trying to dam up your small little Islais creek, never succeeding, but having lots of fun trying…Hiking to Red Rock and playing Cowboy and Indians or sliding down your long, grassy hill across from silver tree day camp on old cardboard boxes. Finding old shopping carts, liberating the wheels, buying some large rain gutter nails at your Glen Park Hardware, (I love that store), and assemble our coasters. Your wonderful hills were perfect for this…Riding our stingrays to the back of your large park and ending up at the old golf driving range. You currently have some terrific businesses in your mini, downtown zone. I remember some great ones from years past; Glen Park Five and Dime, Choppers deli, Dees Café and The Diamond Super. I really miss my years living with you. Even thou, after 55 years, my family moved, I still go to see you to remember… I still take the time to drive by the old house and think back all those fun times, growing up as a Glen Park Boy. I really still love you, Glen Park. You will be, and still are, my first love...