Okay, now what should we do for Halloween?

I’ve got two recommendations…

1. Go to Oakland and see Shannon and the Clams perform as Metallica:


2. Stay in the Mission and go to Singin’ & Pingin’ at Verdi Club:

Before the rioting there was simply a joyous street party

I watched the game at Pop’s, and as soon as it was over there was a drum corps in the middle of the intersection of 24th and York. The crowd poured out of the bar and gathered around and screamed and danced and it was beautiful.

Some cops came through, but they didn’t bother us.

Not sure if the difference was 24th Street vs. Mission Street or what, but this was a peaceful, happy celebration. Giants!

Holy shit, here’s a guy surfing atop the roof of a car like Teen Wolf


[via Ellen]

Cute plea

Go Giants!

[Photo by Bob Horn of CBS, via Joe Vasquez, thanks to Lea]

King Tuff is playing GAMH tonight and they’re gonna try to start late so we can watch the game ;)

Go Giants! Looks like tickets are still available.

Let’s rock:

Here’s a different view of Twin Peaks and Sutro Tower

From the western slope of Liberty Hill I think? Which is the hill that rises southwest from Dolores Park? Anyway, cool view.

[via Erynn]

Maybe this is just what happens with bars

Local blogger anadromy left the following analysis in the comments section of yesterday’s post about the Lexington closing maybe because the cliquiness of the clientele made it unwelcoming to a potential new generation of customers:

I don’t think this phenomenon is limited to the Lex. It seems pretty common. A bar–straight, gay or otherwise–gets popular. People attach themselves to it and form a clique-ish attitude about who “belongs” there and who doesn’t. This attitude calcifies and over time, the people inside the bar become unwelcoming dicks. (it doesn’t help that the people who give off this attitude are the type of people who spend a lot of time in bars–ie: alcoholics) Potential new customers are scared off. Slowly but surely, the bar’s business wanes and eventually, it closes and everybody laments the passing of another longstanding institution.

Yeah, that does sound familiar.

[Vintage file photo of Pop's Bar by Man Freckles]

Go Giants!

[via Lexington Club]

Go Giants!

[via Candy Winters on Instagram]

Help chef Anthony Myint open a radical new restaurant

Anthony’s done tons for the Mission. From those wild-west early days at Mission Street Food, to the worldwide phenomenon that is Mission Chinese Food, and of course the advent of the Mission Burger — he’s been there for all of it. (And all of his projects are constantly raising money for local charities.)

Now’s a chance to give back. He’s opening a new restaurant called the Perennial in the Mid-Market area, with an aim toward completely reinventing the way restaurants source their stuff and expend energy. It’s gonna be greener than green. It could change the world, solve climate change. But they need a little help getting started:

For donating to the Kickstarter, you’ll receive great rewards like CSA boxes, the Mission Street Food book, or even private dinners at the Perennial once it’s open.

Allan Hough

Posts: 6587

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]