Mission Mission

Rick here has lived in the Mission for two years, and now he’s moving on, to some intersection called 17th and Clayton, and he’s made a list of the pros and cons of leaving the Mission behind. Here are the cons:

Things I’ll Miss About Living in the Mission (specifically 24th and Shotwell):

• The 3 minute walk to BART
• The 40 Taquerias (Papalote and Vallarta, in particular) and the number of dive bars (Mission Bar, Nap’s 3) within walking distance.
• The $3 Four Lokos I can conveniently purchase at the corner.
• The quick shot up to the top of Bernal Hill.
• St. Francis Fountain down the street
• The relative flatness of the Mission in general and being able to get anywhere in the area on my bike faster than a car.

Read on for the pros section, though you should know it begins with a Bébé’s Kids reference.

Even better than the real thing? Because there is only one busload of tourists photographing them instead of three busloads? Am I right?

[Photo by Frickety Fresh]

Sexpigeon knows:

Girls are rad because they think about things like…

Read on.

Sure, we here in San Francisco think we have it bad, what with bad drivers and menace-level cab drivers and Muni malpractice, but cyclists in Chicago have to deal with ROVING GANGS OF ARMED BIKEJACKERS:

His swing missed thanks to a tight swerve and when he threw the chair, it went wild over and behind me.  Turning up Damen, I saw another guy running toward me.  There was no way I’d get past him, so I cocked my leg for a kick and gave him my best.  I don’t know if I connected.  His elbow went right into my chest and stopped the bike hard.  A couple other guys came up from behind and waled on my back until I hit the ground, my head bouncing off the pavement.

As any cornered animal will tell you, adrenaline’s a hell of a thing.  While a few guys kicked me in the chest and back, two other guys tried to steal the bike, and I wasn’t letting go.

It’s like a Cormac McCarthy novel or something! Read on.

[via Sea of Static]

[Photo by swade]

The Feast breaks the news:

What was recently a Japanese luggage store adjacent to Bar Tartine will soon transform into a bake shop devoted to bread. Tartine’s loaves, fresh out of the oven daily at 5 P.M., already have a cult following and they’ll soon be way more available. “This is the first time I’m designing a bake shop and want to have the perfect little bread atelier,” explains Chad Robertson, who owns the Tartine empire with wife Elisabeth Prueitt. “It’s going to be a simple, elemental shop in an urban setting.”

Read on.

So we can get breads and other treats to go without waiting in one of those soul-crushing lines at Tartine #1? Or will this place just draw huge crowds too?

[via Eater SF]

[Photo by Shelley P.]

Previously:

Why Can’t All Bread Be Tartine Bread

And the video is great too — an ideal length. No online video should be much longer than this, unless it’s epicly gnarly.

[via Urban Velo]

Anyone know Jem? She’s missing a notebook.

Found on the street.

My pal Katie Cruz is directing a one woman show written and performed by Veronica Mannion called Booze, Boys and Brownies: A Musical Journey. She plays 13 characters!

Showing December 3rd, 4th, 9th, 10th & 11th at 8pm at the Exit Theatre. Tickets are $12 at the door and $9 online. (cheap!)

Check out the teaser and have a connection.

Like, are Christian Bale and Matthew McConaughey going to soar out of that blaze on the backs of a couple of flying dragons being chased by more flying dragons and they all rain fire down upon the city? Because that’s what it looks like is going to happen.

[Photo by myarea]

Previously:

Lagoon in the Sky

These Sunsets