By Jaime Bolker
We have an ever-growing list of thrilling things to do in S.F. So, we’ll admit, there are times when we can be a bit indecisive. Picking between grabbing a cup of coffee, noshing a pastry (or four), becoming one with nature, peeping works by the Bay Area’s brightest artists or indulging in a little shopping can be damn near impossible. Well, that was until the opening of Trailhead.
Sprouting from the community-conscious and creatively driven minds at The Luggage Store, this new six-month-long pop-up shop includes an itsy-bitsy parklet of purchasable seedlings from the Tenderloin National Forest, mouth-watering pastries and sips by the folks at Farm:Table, art installations, and a denim-dominated workspace-slash-store managed by Holy Stitch! Denim Social Club.
With all those options under one roof you’d assume you’d need a map to get around the place. Nope — Trailhead comes together and coexists in one astonishingly small space. Plus, with the shop being part of A Temporary Offering, Renoir Hotel’s collection of semi-temporary businesses, you can add cocktails at Rio Grande and great grub at FoodLab to the day’s plans. We promise you’ll feel like you accomplished a weeks worth of adventures in one fell swoop. We know a picture’s worth a thousand words, so we’ll let our camera do the talking. Click through our snaps of the shop and plan your trek to Trailhead today!
Link to the writeup
http://www.refinery29.com/trailhead-san-francisco-photos?utm_source=email&utm_medium=editorial&utm_content=san-francisco&utm_campaign=120731-day-drinking-spots
TrailHead in the Bold Italic
for more information please visit http://www.thebolditalic.com/grant/stories/2188-of-the-momentVery few things scare the shit out of me. And virtually all of them hang out in Mid-Market.I pop out of a cab on 7th Street, a block from SF’s city-splitting artery. Walking toward me is one of those shit-scaring things: a 50-ish, spastically flailing dude who’s screaming, alternatingly, “Kill! Fuck! Kill! Fuck! Kill! Fuck!” Luckily, he does neither of these to me as I slide past him and across Market to the flatiron-shaped Renoir Hotel.Built in 1909, the 130-room Renoir is seven stories of historical awesome. It has brick exteriors, ornate columns, and gilded elevator doors that belie what has, for almost two years, been a mostly-vacant, entirely-scary ground floor filled with boarded-up storefronts, a sorta strip club, and – a 50-ish, spastically flailing dude who screams, alternatingly, “Kill! Fuck!”
But not this week. This week is grand opening week for A Temporary Offering.