We finally managed to track down the actual photographer from last Friday’s Gaga-fest and had a chance to chat and set the story straight. Everyone, please meet Claire, the Rosamunde-employee-turned-paparazzi, whom we last observed being a real scooter hero. I’m just going to do my best paraphrasing what she told me, so let me get out of your way here real quick.
“It was Wednesday at about 1:30pm. There were only two people or so eating in the restaurant when Lady Gaga came in accompanied by three Secret Service style bodyguards and her boyfriend Luc Karl (of drunkdiet.com) while another bodyguard waited in a car. They had been driving up from San Jose after playing a show there Monday and had six hours to kill in San Francisco before they continued on to Portland for a show on Thursday night.
Gaga had been harboring a craving for Mexican food, so the couple made a quick stop in the Mission because they had heard it was the place to be for burritos. However, the pop superstar saw the word “Sausage” on the Rosamunde sign and thought it was soooo funny that they just had to stop in. Despite his belief that beer is the new chocolate cake and is bad for his abs, Luc nonetheless ordered a Unibroue Blanche De Chambly while Gaga settled for a nondescript white wine [pictured--the Zinfandel perhaps? Also, this unfortunately means that Lady Gaga did not in fact stick a Rosamunde sausage in her mouth as previously believed].
After I served them, the couple chilled out with their drinks for a bit while messing with their phones. At one point, Gaga asked me how to spell “Diarrhea,” presumably for her Twitter or Facebook or something. As I spelled it out for her, she noticed my jewelry and asked me where I got it. I told her I made it all myself (I have a degree in Metalsmithing) and she got excited and said she wanted me to make her a necklace for the MTV Music Awards. After a few OMG’s I realized I didn’t have any other samples with me, but she told me not to worry and to just stop by Waterbar (where she was having dinner later that evening) after I finished my shift to drop some off.
Anyway, my coworkers still didn’t quite believe that it was really her, and my buddy Goose (the other guy in the picture) who was hanging out at the time was completely oblivious. He asked her, “So, uh, do you have a band or something.” “Oh, so is it your band, or are you just in the band?” “Really, what’s it called?” Gaga was surprised but amused, and just said, “Lady Gaga,” causing Goose to do a double take and stammer an apology or something.
She ended up hanging in the nearly empty Rosamunde for around 2 hours, just chatting away with me and some of my coworkers. It was a pretty awesome experience–she’s a rad lady! Her bodyguards kept reminding her that she had reservations at Waterbar at 7pm, but Lady Gaga was determined to get a real Mission burrito before she left San Francisco, so she asked us where she could find the best one. We all agreed that she should check out El Farolito, which was of course located just kitty-corner to our spot. With that, Gaga bade farewell, headed across the street with Luc and her bodyguards, and probably shoved an Al Pastor Super into her face about 15 minutes later.
Of course, I ended up having to work a double shift and by the time I made it all the way down to the Embarcadero, they were gone. So if you see this, Lady Gaga, roll over to clairehummeldesign.com [the site isn't functional until next week, but here's the Facebook link in the meantime] and make me famous!!!”
Previously:
you really drilled down on this.
I’m pretty sure that that’s not a Zinfandel (white or otherwise) pictured.
I thought the same thing. There’s no way a respectable place like Rosamunde would serve white Zin.
This addendum definitely makes the whole story more believable, and more interesting. Thanks.
Too bad nobody had the presence of mind to tell Gaga to blow off her rez at Waterbar. That place is terrible. Hopefully she got her fill at El Faro and just went to Waterbar to enjoy the view, which is admittedly pretty nice.
my sommelier dreams are crushed
umm, i would think dropping off your jewelry to a popstar (whether crappy or not – when in this case, crappy) who is gonna wear YOUR jewelry at an event broadcast all over the world might take priority over a double shift at a sausage joint. perhaps you wouldn’t have to continue working at said sausage joint after the orders come rolling in because ladygoogoo wore your jewelry
jj: claires jewelry will make her famous, not lady gaga. sure it would speed up the process but her jewelry is rad all on its own!
Right. Or just hand her the piece that she’s already admired since, you know, you can make another.
my jewelry is crappy;(?….i quit…..thats the last time i try and do something creative that i love. i wasnt working a double at just one sausage joint…i was between sausages joint(s)… and i was told “water..something” so i went on the hunt…just took a chance of finding her..thats all….cant blame a girl trying…
claire – i meant the “popstar” lady gaga being crappy – not your jewelry! sorry for the confusion!
so did she go to the waterfront restaurant which a waiter claimed or was it the waterbar?
oh god. rosamunde sausage & Gaga. its like I’m in heaven.
And Lady Gaga learned that there are still some people in the world who wouldn’t recognize her. I bet meeting Goose was the highlight of her stop.
You know the economy is bad when people are so afraid to lose their sausage job that they pass up the chance to design jewelry for pop star award show appearances.
It’s refreshing that this post didn’t spark some sort of in-fighting burrito war. “El Farlito, are you crazy? I’ve lived in the Mission since the time of the dinosaurs and blah blah blah lame argument about which burrito is the real deal cakes.” Very refreshing.
haha! I haven’t seen “blahblah cakes” in ages.
my jewelry is crappy!!??? i quit….
El Farolito?
Taqueria San Jose is like 10 feet from Rosemund’s door, has a snazzy new paint job, shorter lines, and *yes* just as yummy — especially the weekend special pineapple-marinated al pastor tacos. Maybe there’s no love since they close at midnight instead of 2AM.
You never know, I bet pop stars promise people stuff all the time and just forget about it. Your necklace might end up in a pile of other necklaces people stumbled over themselves to make her.
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sounds so awesome tho!
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