The Luxury Of Choice
Friday, April 2nd, 2010by Megan Pippet

Today I stood on the sidewalk at lunch (I was tempted actually to sit/lie down but I suppose that is another issue entirely) and allowed myself to admire the resiliency of those members of the Tenderloin community who offer St. Anthony’s the privilege of serving them. At its peak, our Dining Room lunch line extended down Golden Gate Avenue past Leavenworth Street. Those of you who have been here before can likely appreciate the magnitude of that. The number of people, hungry, waiting patiently for their first (if not only) meal of the day, was inconceivable.
At that moment, I was instantly reminded of a conversation I had with a friend earlier this week. She had a visitor in town last weekend and decided to show her one of San Francisco’s great brunch spots. They waited 1 ½ hours to get into the restaurant, all the while chatting with strangers in line and enjoying the sunshine. Not entirely, unlike the experience of many of our guests on most days of the month, right?
In some respects it is exactly the same and demonstrates the point that poor people are not the only ones who wait for food. However, in MANY ways, it is entirely different. My friend waited in line because she wanted to; because she chose to, because she heard that the food was great and worth the wait. She could have chosen any one of a thousand other breakfast options that day. Perhaps had it not been for a rare, cloudless sky that day, she would have. She also knew that upon entering the restaurant, she would be provided a menu with countless items from which to choose and bottomless cups of coffee. These are all luxuries that many of our guests do not share: the inherent luxury of choice. Our guests stand in line for infinite amounts of time precisely because of a lack of choice.
Today, St. Anthony’s proved to be the only option for nearly 2000 hungry folks.



