Mission Mission

Local blogs are aflutter with this South of Chavez / SoCha thing and how it makes us all sick to our stomachs. Doye, we blew chunks about this ages ago. Instead of complaining, why not come up with something better?

Burrito Justice has already proposed La Lengua because hey, it looks like a big-ass tongue. This has been a solid choice since its inception in November, but I think brainslip is on to something with these suggestions:

ValEndcia – End of Valencia.

TriCirRoc – El Triangulo Circa Roccapulco.

NoJo (“noho”) – Area in the vicinity of gap found on San Jose Ave between 27th St and 26th St (owned by the Salvation Army) where no pedestrian or vehicular passage is permitted.

See the other 7 proposals here.

I completely agree with reader Fred regarding the greatness of the bathroom ceilings at Doc’s Clock.  They also have one of the nicest Sunday brunches in the city in Three Papayas, a Thai/Vietnamese masterpiece by ”underground superstar chef” Tawei of Yamo fame.

But they don’t have NO JUKE.

And we’re talking about one of the greatest jukeboxes in the city according to SF Appeal.  What happened?

Previously:

Doc’s Clock Really Does Have the Nicest Bathroom Ceilings

Pop-up Thai/Vietnamese Brunch at Doc’s Clock

Right?

Photo and title by reader Fred M. (Thanks, Fred!)

Previously:

Life’s a Gas in the Bathroom at Doc’s Clock

Doc’s Clock Really Does Smell Like Bathroom

Each patron refused to acknowledge the scene in the middle of the room, trying to forget it ever happened, trying to pretend everything would be okay as the piano player solemnly maintained his fugue.  What was going on here, Revolution Cafe?

My friends would seriously like to know.

Frjtz is exploring the possibilities of the new Valencia Street and all its extra space. I’ve never eaten there, and the menu, prices and ambiance don’t entice me. But actually sitting down outside without the fear of Gavin Newsom popping out from behind a safety cone and forcing me onto a one way bus trip to Santa Cruz, that sounds pretty nice. What do you think?

Construction. That’s what’s up.

First it was just a blindfolded Barbie™ top on the roof of a car. Then it got complicated.

I was walking down 17th Street and stopped when I recognized a familiar landmark. I noticed a pigeon standing on the roof, eyeing the torso with sideways glances. I was thinking about what the next level of this situation could look like when a man came out of Maverick and started speaking to me.

“Are you the owner of this car?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, we’ve been trying to figure out how to get this pigeon to skull fuck the Barbie™ for a while.”

Then he put a piece of bread on her head and we both watched and waited.

I suggested a trail, which he was already on top of. As he made the little bread path the bird got embarrassed and uncomfortable and flew away.

End of situation.

Mission and Highland, as requested, has just followed up on yesterday’s trash-tipping tale. It takes a crane, ladies and gentlemen, to hoist a tipped San Francisco trashcan out of the gutter. It takes a crane.

Kudos to the City of SF for a job well done in a timely fashion.

They might be bringing water grenades!

Previously:

Abandoned Super Soaker

Could this be the art for Weezer’s mellower followup to Raditude or what?

More importantly, this is my second animal post of the day. What is wrong with me?

Photo by nuzz.

Reader James read the story about an undercover police officer allegedly saying, “Shut your fucking mouth bitch or I’ll knock you off your bike,” to a female cyclist, and responded thusly:

wow. just another reason to always carry a gun when you ride.

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What, like G Baby here? It’s cute for a second, and then it’s like WESTERN CIVILIZATION IS CRUMBLING THE HORRORRRRRR!!

We hope James is joking, but wouldn’t be surprised if he is not. So fess up, anonymously or otherwise: Who’s packing heat in the bike lane?

Photo by Willicious Images.