Ratatouille

The platonic ideal of the outdoor movie experience involves a balmy summer’s eve, a picnic blanket to stretch out upon, plus various picnic delicacies. The San Francisco reality of the open-air movie spectatorship is usually more like a freezing fog-filled night, a down sleeping bag to cuddle in and wine to keep you warm.

Even so, Film Night in the Park rakes in the crowds, the happy campers and the masses yearning to see movies in the great outdoors. 

As the economy worsens and real estate in San Francisco continues to hold steady, you’re going to start to hear a lot about the new “cool” neighborhoods. Hunter’s Point and Excelsior, I hear, are up and coming. Dogpatch is where everyone who’s been priced out of the Mission buys a house. Mission Bay? Just listen to the buzz about the light rail. But if we’re talking restaurant-wise, there’s evidence to show that no neighborhood is quite as hot right now as the Embarcadero—and we have a celebrity in our midst to prove it.