Thanks to the tireless work of the blog Man Lines — and also just living in SF and being aware of one’s surroundings — we all know where all the men are: they’re waiting in line for lunch or Four Barrel or whatever.
But where are all the women? Maybe they stayed in? Maybe there aren’t any? Maybe they moved to Portland?
It’s been the eternal question for a while now. Nobody knew the answer — until… I was walking down 19th Street over the weekend and I found all the women:
They’re in line for Radish.
Here’s a closer look:
