Several days ago, I discussed the Bay Area’s tragic flaw: a shortage of hot women. A slew of readers have replied, mainly splitting by gender:

Guys: You’re damn right.

Girls: Yeah, but we have it worse; look at the guys.

Several readers also pointed out a number of other, admittedly more minor, shortcomings of the idyllic greater San Francisco region. In particular, I’d agree with the lack of:

• Pizza: Where’s the grease?
• Bagels: In short, Ess-a-Bagel.
• Deli: Pastrami on rye, and a good knish.
• The Yankees: You call the A’s a baseball team?
• Pickles: Sour or half sour. Never sweet.
• Italian Bakeries: Long live Viniero’s.
• Subways & Taxis: Getting around SF sucks.

The list goes on, but I’d prefer not to dwell on it, as I do intend to eventually move back to the Bay Area. Besides, if I can find the right woman to bring with me, I can get by without the rest.