We met up twice at Soluna in San Francisco’s Civic Center, a bar reminiscent of the ’90s show Ally McBeal, where lawyers gather for drinks after long days in court.
Several times during the interview, we were interrupted by lawyers and district attorneys wanting to shake Dean Wu’s hand. It took over forty minutes for him to answer my first question. There were digressions to his digressions. But like any good interviewer, instead of getting frustrated, I pushed aside my prepared notes, took another sip of wine, and let him take the lead.
Read more of Wu's Rumpus interview here.