Mission Mission

That’s Bay Area celebrity DJ Wam Bam Ashleyanne helping you spot the “Dick.” Thanks, Ashleyanne!

It’s a taco, made of a waffle, filled with home fries, grilled onions and cheddar, and topped with Louisiana hot sauce — and maple syrup. (Or maybe they call it “sizzurp” in Texas, I forget.)

A joy to consume.

You can also get them with fried chicken and bacon. Here’s the spot, Lucky J’s:

That’s one way to keep your bike safe (maybe) from drunk St. Patty’s Day celebrants.

Previously:

Now Here’s a Great Bike Lock

That’s what it sounds like from their twitter, as well as their help wanted section on their website.  So what exactly is a Rapha pop-up shop you ask?  From the website:

“The Rapha Cycle Clubs are places for people passionate about road racing where they can watch live racing, enjoy food and drink, peruse Rapha’s emporium of products and become inspired by the rich culture of the sport which Rapha celebrates.”

This sounds pretty cool, and trust me, there are NOT a lot of places in the city to catch a decent Giro or Tour de ( Random City) in Europe race, and I for one would welcome Rapha to our fair cycling city.   I’m betting they open the shop somewhere in the Mission, because lets be honest, would any other part of San Francisco be as fit to house a bar full of drunk cyclists talking shop for hours on end?   I think not.

What do you think?

[photo via Rapha]

THE HORROR!

Read Birthday Pony if you’re not already. FLASSIE FTW!

What? You weren’t ready for Fitzgerald Friday? Well then, it’s time to get reacquainted!  Might I suggest starting out with one of my personal favorites:  May Day, a tale of drunken debauchery on a warm May night in 1919 New York?

Perhaps you’re the sensitive type, in which case you might be better served by “The Diamond As Big As the Ritz.” Or maybe it’s time for a makeover, so follow along as “Bernice Bobs Her Hair.”  If you’ve got a lot of spare time today, might as well go all the way with The Great Gatsby.  At the very least, try the “Nintendo” adaptation!

For some reason, every time I read F. Scott, I get this shot of confidence that makes me feel like I can do anything (like get a bloody mary for lunch)!  Are there any other authors that do that for you (besides Hunter S.)?