San Francisco is famous for a couple of things… killer hills, stunning views (though Karl gets in the way sometimes), great sports teams and exceptional bakeries. Here at NPSF, you get all these rolled into one neat little package. This morning, we were rather worried when one of the newer members of the tribe announced her name was “Cookie”, with everybody glancing to our resident cookie monster, Jorge, hoping he’d kept his composure. He hadn’t… it took three sturdy men to hold him back. But not to worry, crisis averted when Kylie B broke out a cake for America’s birthday (Marie Antoinette said we could, right JMB?). Jorge and the tribe proceeded to gorge themselves to their stomach’s content. But hey, we had just crushed stairs for 30 minutes so we’d #earnedourbreakfast (this is Twitter right? Is that a hashtag or a pound sign? That always confused me as isn’t this a pound “£”?).
NPSF: Lost in translation!
So the smooth and easy transition from Alamo Square to NPSF’s new home, Alta Plaza, may not have went quite to plan! Who would have thought that there was going to be such an issue. Both the Irish and Americans speak the exact same language… but let’s get real here, do people actually have any notion what new leader, Paddy, is actually saying? He may/may not have turned up to Alta Plaza on a completely different day or time to everyone else. We took a little video of the Irishman in his moment of frustration.

