Mission Mission

Tablehopper has the scoop:

Moving into the 12 Galaxies space in the Mission will be the ~BLUE MACAW~, a restaurant, bar, and club with a focus on international music. I will have more details in a few weeks, but the opening is slated for April or May.

Link (via Eater SF).

Also, what in god’s name is “international music”?

Moreover, what kind of comprehensive overhaul is going to be required to turn that crusty dive into a “restaurant”?

Furthermore, “Blue Macaw”? Sounds a little Rainforest Cafe to me. What do we think?

Previously:

HOLY SHIT PLEASE DON’T LET 12 GALAXIES CLOSE!!!1!!

Mission Loc@l last night published a little feature on Papalote, everybody’s favorite tofu burrito spot. Here, co-owner Miguel Escobedo addresses the breakdown of his clientele:

“I hope more people in the Latino community can come to appreciate the healthier aspect of our cuisine,” reflecting on what he sees as an invisible border that runs down Valencia Street. He adds that those Latino customers he does see love what the restaurant is doing.

Also, did you know they opened another Papalote in some other neighborhood? Link.

Previously:

Haiku Review of Papalote

Haiku Reviews of Mission District Taquerias

According to breadxbread, the DeLano’s on South Van Ness makes a pretty decent plain ol’ sandwich. Link.

Previously:

Organic Aisle Now at DeLano’s

So asks this week’s edition of I Heart Street Art. Link.

Beth Spotswood was trying to shoplift some sundry goods from Walgreens this morning and ended up having an epic, Western-style staring contest with the security guard who was hot on her trail:

This security guard was always 3 feet away and staring directly at me, to the point where our proximity could no longer be ignored. But quite frankly, I was way too embarrassed to say anything. This guy thought I was thief! So I just turned to face him and stared back.

See who wins.

Corinna over at Queen Larbs of Strumpet Valley was at the Lone Palm the other night and some dude in a North Face jacket said to her:

Oh, I see you’re drinking Fernet. Are you drinking it with a ginger back?

See how she responds.

Previously:

Cooking With Fernet

This one presents a bit of a conundrum. I usually think of Ribity as one of the good ones, a graffiti writer who improves surfaces rather than defaces them. So, why this?

The pickle sign looks like it would’ve been pretty great on its own, so I can only assume the proprietor of this pickle shop did something untoward in order to invite such perfunctory defacement.

Address is 560 Alabama.

Previously:

Preserve the Ribity (Oops, too late, it’s gone)

Ribity Bound for China

Ribity Loves Ribity (First Mission Mission post ever)

Reader Rich, who apparently is relaxing at Beretta on Monday morning while the rest of us are hard at work (“hard at work”), just sent this in.

Will the folks at Beretta, they of bathrooms as luxurious and pristine as their specialty cocktails, quickly eradicate it — or leave it be because it is art?

Programming note: If anyone is getting sick of all these smiley face posts, feel free to chime in. At this point, we really could just start a whole nother blog.

See Jesse’s full debrief here.

Remember this kid? Surely you must.

Anyway, some accusations were made in the comments section of our original post oh so many weeks ago, and reader lardtub weighed in yesterday with a fashionably late defense of the accused:

baynikuh- shame on you! you should know better than to try to out people for graffiti.
i’m going to come to your house, wait until you do something illegal, and then slam you for it all over he internet. and p.s. he didn’t throw the m1000. you are full of misinformation. that isn’t even a rumor anymore because most people know better.

i know i am commenting way after the comment storm is over, but this guy is, as some people have mentioned, a mission native. i’ve seen photos of him as a child and he had on the exact same pair of glasses, same haircut, same clothes as he does now.

the fact is, hipsters know that they are fake…so they wouldn’t be caught dead making a sign like this in public. they would talk about it for days but the second there was a threat of someone capturing their bullshit on film they would scurry away to pop’s to do coke in the bathroom and only play one thin lizzy song on the jukebox.

Link.