Mission Mission

We ran into our buddies Jen Gann and Andi Mudd at Bender’s last night and we were like, “Why aren’t you eating tater tots!?” And they were all, “Because we just ate at PALACE STEAK HOUSE, doy!” Then we said, “How was it? Wait, no, tell us about it later — in an email.” Here’s the email:

After work, we headed over to the newly reopened Palace Steak House. Due to the idiosyncratic dining-room design, we were denied immediate seating. The wait at the bar, however, yielded fruit. Perhaps because our party of three took up four stools (the fourth stool claimed by an overwhelming balloon bouquet), our waiter inquired about the occasion.  We admitted to a birthday in our midst, and almost instantaneously received two slices of cake. We nibbled these delicacies while sipping self-obtained cans of Budweiser. Both were encouraged.

Once seated, our party ordered without hesitation: three T-Bones, baked potatoes, and garlic bread. Everything was exactly as expected. Highly recommended.

And here’s a related IM conversation:

Jen: Andi and I just sent you an email.
me: Reading now.
So excited!
Wait, BYOB?
Jen: Totally!
me: Whoa.
Jen: They just whisper to you, “If the beautiful princess wants to drink…”
me: Whoa!
I love this place.
Jen: Yeah, it makes that unfriendly corner friendly.

What a review! Thanks, Jen and Andi!

Our pal Andy was shooting on Mission down towards the SOMA and caught this priceless “only in San Francisco” moment.  Take the Nesquik bunny’s advice: when confronted by an intense gentleman wearing a red, white, and blue “HE ONLY LOVE YOU JESUS” shirt shouting profusely about how only the aforementioned son of man can save us from terrorists, make like Lady Gaga and just dance.

Link.

Previously:

Women Dancing on the Women’s Building

Cat Party at Bender’s