Good times in the Mission.
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The Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. No gifts, no obligations—just beer, pyrotechnics, grilled food and a long weekend. At least, it used to be my favorite holiday, until I moved to San Francisco five years ago. More specifically, I moved to San Francisco's Mission District. You may cry gentrification all you want, but trust me—on Independence Day weekend, the neighborhood, known for fancy coffee shops and slick restaurants, returns to its lawless, wild west-like roots.