Danny Bowien’s holiday gift to David Chang and the Momofuku crew: Popeye’s and caviar

Baller.

[via David Chang on Twitter]

Hot new menu item: COMPLETELY blackened pepperoni pizza

It’s extremely carcinogenic and very hard to digest, but it looks tight on Instagram. Available now at Flour + Water.

[via Dominic Santos on Instagram]

This great SNL sketch about talking about gentrification, starring Woody Harrelson

Sometimes you’re watching your Muni driver karaoke ‘La Bamba’ in the middle of a Muni ride and then he hands you the mic because he has to go back to piloting the Muni, so you have to finish ‘La Bamba’ for him

Sometimes your MUNI driver needs you to finish La Bamba for him so he can drive the train.

A video posted by Ellen Black (@ellen__black) on

Translating appropriated imagery (into art)

An opening tonight in the Mission:

The exhibition Children explores the unique behaviors within two separate art practices.  Much like behavioral studies developed through observations of a child’s growth, the exhibition exposes the unique approaches within Ito and Lux’s practices which have been sculpted through their individual development as artists.  Both artists translate appropriated imagery, materials and ideas in their independent ways, which constitute the autonomous vernaculars seen in their work.  Ito uses readymade objects and images as preexisting structures in his practice for starting points of new work, while Lux uses his own stylized images and objects as preexisting structures for the formation of new work.

Sounds excellent to me.

[via Shimshang]

$2 broiled chicken

It sounds like a real good deal, but in 1855 prices it was actually a lot more outrageous than a $16 burger in 2014. I mean, you could have some perfectly good “Fried Mush” for only 12 cents!

Spend some time with this menu from an SF restaurant in the 1850s:

Burrito Justice has more on the chicken:

IMPORTANT INFLATIONARY UPDATE:

2014 Roast chicken has just breached peak-1855:

$84 at Tosca
$48 at Zuni’s.

So I guess we’re doing alright. Read on for more analysis by Mr. Justice, as well as Anthony Myint’s official review of this place (based on the menu).

Life on the street

Make a donation to the Coalition on Homelessness already!

[via Brenna]

How transport Dungeness crab by bicycle

That’s right: IT’S CRAB SEASON, KID!

[via Emily]

Travel blogger says the Mission rocks, is basically Latin America

Zara, a Portuguese contributor to a travel blog called Backpack Me, LOVES the Mission. Here’s what she has to say…

Comparing it to other SF neighborhoods:

I leave behind elegantly manicured neighborhoods, to enter what I’d already dare to call Latin America.

Comparing it to Noe Valley in particular:

Baby strollers rolling into bagel shops was the world up the hill. Down here, I see brunette ladies with overloaded bags full of groceries. Cafes have been replaced by fresh fruit and vegetable stores, that display heaps of aromatic cilantro, tomatoes, varieties of potatoes and, of course, corn products in all shapes and sizes.

She tries a little experiment:

Walking around Mission, I decide to do a little experiment and see if I’d go by the entire afternoon without speaking a word of English. Absolutely no problem!

She enjoys a little flirting:

I buy a bag of tomatoes and receive a “You’re welcome, Preciosa” as an answer. I like that! I got used to a little flirting while shopping at the market in Santiago de Chile… and now a simple self check-out at the bigger supermarkets doesn’t cut it for me anymore.

She does allow that there’ve been some changes in the neighborhood in recent years, but it’s no big deal:

If it wasn’t for the hipster influx that The Mission has been receiving in recent years (and who can blame them, really… this place rocks!) I could almost forget I am in the USA.

On Mission residents:

Residents exchange words in Spanglish. They tend to be loud and laugh a lot. Like just back home.

On Starbucks:

You don’t see Starbucks around here. But you do see a church in almost every street.

Phewf! Maybe the Mission’s still got it after all! Read on for lots more pics and commentary.

An album about living in the Mission from 2003 to 2013 and then moving to Oakland

Jason from local band Maus Haus wrote in to tell us about a new solo project:

i just finished a “solo” album of sorts, called Rent Control, essentially documenting my life in the mission district circa 2013 (when i wrote all the songs), shortly before relocating to west oakland.

i lived on harrison and 24th from 2003 to 2013, from age 21 to 31, and saw the neighborhood change drastically.

the record goes on personal tangents, but there are definitely some subjects of interest that your readers can relate to:

track 2 “retro city” kind of takes a look at the reinvented garage rock bandwagoneer

track 5 “life on the other side” daydreams about moving to oakland, albeit with fear

track 6 “ice cream” is about how resentful my friends and i were that humphrey slocombe moved in, bringing all these lame-os, but then we ourselves can’t resist the treats either

track 7 “in jets” quite literally tells the story of the neighborhood changing overnight, millionaires moving in, without you even realizing it, and then it’s too late.

track 8 “reasons” is an ironic spoken word meets guitar noise tirade against the new neighbors

Let’s listen:

UPDATE: They’re playing a show this weekend in the Mission! Here’s the deal…

This Sunday November 23:
J. Kick & Rent Control

(plus 3 secret bands)
AMNESIA (Valencia @ 20th)
7pm doors
FREE
FREE
FREE

Allan Hough

Posts: 6639

Email: allan (at) missionmission.org

Website: http://honeyjets.tumblr.com

Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission

[Photo by Sexpigeon, Homestead, 2009]