Clare's East Coast Deli Finally Open

Remember way back in November when this place’s imminent opening was announced? Well, hella months later Eye on Blogs delivers the good news that they’re open and partnered with the 500 Club and TCB Courier. So you can pick up any one of those sandwiches listed above and wash it down with a pint of lager a couple doors down, OR get it delivered right to your door. Welcome to the neighborhood, Clare’s!

How Creative Are You?

You see, this tag is creative in that in completely subverts the nature of creativity! Hella creative!

Penelope Popsicle took the picture, as usual.

Wheel Heist

Broke-Ass Stuart says:

Just saw this on Folsom btw 22nd and 23rd. Looks like someone pinched all four tires and the car looks brand new. I thought this only happened in shit like Police Academy and comedies that take place in New York in the ’80s.

You thought wrong, Stu! Thanks for the pic!

Saint Selleck

This is the best Tom Selleck-related work of art since SWS, am I right?

Photo by nuzz.

Don't Wear White Shoes After Labor Day, Or to an Epicly Popular Dance Party at the Knockout

Before:

After:

Photos by Chris Brennan.

Previously:

Kevin Montgomery’s Epicly Controversial Review of the Knockout’s Monthly “Debaser” Party

Critical Mass Debate: Opposing Viewpoints

In the comments section of an earlier post, we’ve been having a serious talk about Critical Mass. On Monday, reader William wrote:

When I first rode in Critical Mass, it was great to have that feeling of safety, that thrill of being in control of the road. And riding with so many happy people? Awesome!

But in watching what it does to drivers, I’ve come to think that Critical Mass is a giant dick move. I’m sure it was useful once, but that time is long past. And I say that as a guy who hasn’t owned a car in more than a decade, somebody who commutes by bike every day. I’m tired of apologizing to non-bikers for a giant monthly inconvenience, and I wish everybody would give it up.

Yesterday, reader Hugh rebutted:

When I first drove a car in San Francisco, it was great to have that feeling of safety, that thrill of being in control of the road. And driving alone in my car? Awesome!

But in watching what it does to bicyclists, I’ve come to think that owning a car is a giant dick move. I’m sure it was useful once, but that time is long past. And I say that as a guy who likes to drive, somebody who uses a City Car Share pretty regularly. I’m tired of apologizing to bicyclists for a giant daily inconvenience, and I wish everybody would give it up.

Point Hugh!

Read the whole dialogue here.

Photo by davekeane.

Public Service Announcement: Read Steinbeck

My favorites are The Winter of Our Discontent and The Moon Is Down. How ’bout you?

Photo by Steve Rhodes.

Mutant Pillsbury Doughboy

Here’s the thing about this atomic six-armed Poppin’ Fresh: If you try to poke his belly, he will tear off your finger in a fiery rage, eat it, and then go hee-hee!

This looks to be the latest by d-know, whose work we’ve looked at before.

Photo by Carlos Hoyos.

Fire

Photos by Nick Fisher, from his set 21st & Harrison House Fire.

Hope everybody’s okay. And don’t forget to watch the new season of Rescue Me, which starts next Tuesday only on FX.

Thanks, Nick!

Chefs Katharine and Ryan Parting Ways With Bruno's

We were so bummed when they parted ways with the Broken Record, and then we were so pumped when they started up this new thing with Bruno’s, and now we’re bummed again. Inside Scoop tells us it’s all over.

Ryan elaborates, kind of, on Twitter:

Kat and I intend on taking some stages around the bay and then work back into more traditional roles in the kitchen.

But what does that mean exactly?

In any case, Saturday’s the last day, so better get your fill soon.

[via SFist]

Photo by pstarr.

Previously:

Katharine and Ryan Still Got the Goods

Allan Hough

Posts: 7810

Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.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