OBecians were seriously pissed off by my piece on Poma's Italian Delicatessen.
The line that triggered my Facebook beat-down was:
The next time you’re slumming it in O.B., dazed and ready to munch, grab one of these sandwiches and hit the beach. Take my word for it—they travel well.
Allow me to clarify. I was not calling Ocean Beach a slum. I was referring to the slummy sort of behavior that, say, a 4th of July-grade party on the beach inspires; drinking lots, getting baked and searching (barefoot with a bathing-suit wedgie) for grub on the streets of OB. I was not making the generalization that everyone behaves this way in this part of town, either. And if I did mean something along those lines, believe you-me-- it was a compliment!
" The next time you’re “slumming” around North Park—or whatever neighborhood CityBeat writer Amy T. Granite lives in, be sure to bring along a stash of meatballs to throw at her house. Writing under the moniker of “Grubby Bitch”, she “discovers” OB’s Poma’s Italian Deli this week and proceeds to get all weak kneed about their eggplant parm subs. And she rambles on about the roast beef “mayo-bomb of a sandwich”. But somehow she fails to notice the best meat ball sub in all of western civilization. I may love me some politics, but dem meatballs are primo. Failing to notice them is like driving along Abbott Street & not seeing the beach…But somehow she fails to notice the best meat ball sub in all of western civilization. I may love me some politics, but dem meatballs are primo. Failing to notice them is like driving along Abbott Street & not seeing the beach…"
Excuuuuse me for trying three different subs and only having two hollow legs! I never order meatball, because my Nana's recipe that I make at home reigns supreme (in my book). I'm often disappointed by "outsider" meatballs, so I avoid ordering 'em.
Bottom line: Think twice about what you say to OBecians. Excessive sun exposure does not lead to thick skin.