I took a bus down to the Mission District tonight for dinner. I had never taken the 49 before, so I was surprised to meet a mob containing every flavor of hipster on that bus.
The top of the route is in The Marina. It travels down to 4th & Market, and dumps the bulk of it’s mephitic load in the Mission. It’s a trifecta of consumable cool, a perfect storm of morbid vanity.
A more eloquent account of this loathsome non-culture to be found here.