Wet, rainy Mission Street in the early morning dark

[Photo by Justin, via It's Always Sunny in San Francisco]

When you’re running late

Former local blogger Ramona takes a look at lateness:

The thing about making someone wait for you is that it communicates to them that you don’t care if they hate you. This is fine if you’re a boss or a doctor or a host at any restaurant in New York. But you’re not a host at any restaurant in New York, and you’re definitely not the boss of me. You’re my friend, or you were until you sent me a text saying that you were running a little late when you had already pushed the meeting time back an hour. You can only stretch the meaning of “a little” so far before it becomes tomorrow. Or stretch the meaning of “meeting” so far before it becomes “cancelled meeting.” (Maybe one reason my friends balk at meeting me on time is that I refer to grabbing drinks as “a meeting,” and “a binding legal agreement.”)

Why do people make plans linked to times when they’re going to act like they don’t exist? Why do they wait until ten minutes before their plans start to finally get around to looking for that winter hat that they lost in their closet last year? Why not stop making plans altogether and just say “I’ll see you sometime” and then walk around Union Square until they run into someone they know or die of a broken heart?

Read on for Ramona’s startling conclusion.

[Photo by Honey Jets]

Chocolate, back before it was cool

A mom pushing a stroller, in Austin

[via Omar]

The limited edition ‘Big Obama Burger,’ only $25

This is available now at the airport in Brisbane, Australia. (Obama was there over the weekend for the G20 Summit.)

(If only it were available in Brisbane, California, we could head down there right now, and maybe stop in super-cool Daly City on the way.)

(Thanks, Jess!)

Daly City vs. San Francisco

Some tech company was thinking of moving to Daly City but then the employees revolted or something and it was big news. So, in a guest post for Valleywag, Daly City resident Bob Calhoun explains why Daly City is cool:

Daly City IS the dumping ground for things banned, or at least greatly curtailed, within San Francisco’s rarefied borders. Big box stores, used car lots and every fast-food chain you can think of will meet you in Daly City as you cross the San Mateo county line going southbound on Mission Street. Daly City boasts not just one Home Depot, but two Home Depots. And if that isn’t enough, there are also two Targets (if you count the one in nearby Colma)—one on either side of Highway 280. How’s that for convenience?

Now you can look at all of this seeming suburban blight and call my town a pit, but let me tell you about the tree in front of my single-family home. Every so often, a city truck towing a water tank drives up to that tree and waters it. Sometimes the city workers prune the tree as well. And you know why Daly City can afford to take such good care of these trees that line the sidewalks in front of her “ticky-tacky” houses (as Malvina Reynolds put it in the snobbiest folk hit of all time)? Because people from San Francisco take their Ubers and Zipcars up here and buy crap at our big box stores. That’s why. And we also have some pretty good libraries, parks and rec centers as a result of this exodus of sales tax revenue out of San Francisco.

Oremus mentions the Cow Palace, saying it “plays periodic host to rodeos and gun shows.” While this is true, he forgets to mention that the Moo House is also the place where Evel Knievel punched out some Hells Angels before jumping over a row of muscle cars, and The Who had to pull some guy out of the audience to play drums because Keith Moon had passed out. While the monster truck pulls and the annual Dickens Faire may only echo Daly City’s former glory, you can bet that nothing this cool will ever happen again in San Francisco. All you’re going to get there are yacht races, Oracle World, and several other monuments to Larry Ellison’s sad male ego that have a way of wasting tax payer money and tying up traffic.

Cool! Let’s rock:

Also, Daly City has In-N-Out.

Read on for more.

[Photo by Waymarking]

Drink of the Week: Anchor’s new Estonian-style ale

Here’s the deal:

Anchor Brewing Company’s Zymaster No. 6: Saaremaa Island Ale is inspired by Anchor Brewmaster Mark Carpenter’s journey to this Estonian island in the Baltic Sea. Inhabited for over 8,000 years, Saaremaa has been occupied by Germany, Denmark, Sweden, czarist Russia, and the Soviet Union. Its culture is a rich and fascinating melting pot. Yet few outside of Estonia have ever experienced its uniquely native beers. Mark enjoyed them so much that he not only brought back his memories of Saaremaa but some brewer’s yeast, as well. Inspired by Mark’s Estonian beer journey, Anchor’s Zymaster No. 6 takes you on a journey to Saaremaa by way of San Francisco.

“My wife and I were traveling through the Saaremaa Island countryside and we stopped at a bar,” said Anchor Brewmaster Mark Carpenter. “I asked for a local draught beer and the unfiltered brew I was served was completely unique. It was the native yeast that intrigued me and ultimately become the inspiration for Zymaster No. 6. After returning to San Francisco, the Estonian yeast was isolated and cultured becoming the cornerstone of our pale ale which is complimented by the medium bitterness from Northern Brewer, a favorite hop here at Anchor. The result is a one-of-a-kind brew that transports me back to that countryside bar. We hope you’ll enjoy this beer journey, as well.” [link]

I had it the other day at the Tradesman and it was pretty interesting (and paired well with the burger with peanut butter and cheese). Had no idea of its Estonian origins until I thought to look it up just now. Cool story, Anchor!

Drink of the Week: The Hennychata (aka the Horchennessy)

It’s horchata + Hennessy, what more do you need to know? Could there possibly be a more baller drink?

Available at La Rondalla. (Also available, the thing where you get a mini Corona tipped into your marg. Margaveza aka beergarita. Not too shabby.)

[via Andrew Dalton on Instagram]

Whoa check out the new bathroom decor at Pop’s [NSFW]


[via Jay Beaman]

If you’re outdoorsy

Outdoor SF, tonight at Folsom Street Foundry, might be something you wanna attend:

We’re going to once again bring together the coolest outdoor brands in San Francisco for a meet and greet with the founders, followed by influential live speakers and some awesome music. The bar will be stocked, the dance floor will be ready, and all we’re missing is you.

Join us on 11/12 at 6pm at one our favorite new venues in SF, the Folsom Foundry. We’ve got you covered with craft beer from Ft. Point Beer and mouthwatering food from Luke’s Local. Show your support of local San Francisco, outdoor and lifestyle brands, by enjoying killer local music and free swag. All proceeds from the event go to Adventurers and Scientists for Conservation and their mission to crowd-source adventurers to gather environmental data.


Greg Treinish: National Geographic Adventurer of the Year

Galen Ash
One Grass, Two Grass, Red Grass, Bluegrass

Folsom Street Foundry is a great place for a party, and Fort Point is making some amaaaazing beers. Get tickets (which include a beer and a raffle ticket) here.

Allan Hough

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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]