5 - Foxtrot, Tango, WhiskeyYaya’s was — according to Sam, and to Franny — one of the oldest, most storied nightclubs in the City. It had been a dance hall since before Prohibition, and Sam swore there was still a speakeasy hidden in the basement. It was in North Beach, maybe a twenty minute walk from the restaurant, so Marie, Gina and the boys went on foot.
Michael and Barbara wished the birthday girl well and promised to drop her presents by the apartment in the morning — after they had had their own celebration with the Takedas.
It was a gorgeous twilight stroll; no fog, no wind. Even living in a neighborhood called The Sunset, Gina actually didn’t get to see the sun set very often in San Francisco. Overcast obscured the show most nights. But on nights like this one, there was somethin
