Sayonara, Suriya!

If Suriya Thai is really gone, as was reported today, it is another in a long line of now-kaput neighborhood restaurants I always meant to go to but never did. This one looked tried and true, like it’d been there forever and was there to stay. So I kept putting it off.

Whoops.

Photo by mybloodyself.

Bags!

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Bender’s has this arcade game called Bags in which you’re a competitive beanbag tosser and you get six innings in which to try to get your bags in the hole. You operate your onscreen self using a trackball.

Bags!

Canine Imagery on Cycling Accessories

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A mixed message, this.

I'm No Fred Flintstone

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Crosstown Muni Jet Soars Over The Mission

Iron Davy says the kids call it the “9X.”  Link.

Previously:

14X Suction Talk

Oops, I’m on the 14X

Scanned Sandwiches

At Scanwiches, they scan cross sections of delicious sandwiches. Some of the results look downright like art, and most of them make me want to go get a sandwich.

While we’re at it, please note the renewed debate in the comments section of last year’s Best Sandwich in the Mission post.

[via love letters to san francisco]

Tree Face

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We asked if anyone had seen Matthew Briar Bonifacio Rodriguez‘s tree people, and Rhiannon responded with a hearty “seen it!” and a link.

Forlorn Candy Corn Porn

The artist behind Forlorn Candy Corn has come forward! His name is Matthew Briar Bonifacio Rodriguez, he calls San Francisco “San Franny,” and he’s spread Forlorn Candy Corns all over the world, from New York to Baghdad. Of particular note is the iteration in which Forlorn Candy Corn has a companion:

The artist seems to like rainbows quite a bit as well:

Some of his most lo-fi stuff can be the most compelling (though one supposes one could make just about anything compelling by juxtaposing it with a caravan of circus elephants):

In any case, Rodriguez got in touch via email to share the link to his Flickr stream (in which there are TONS more pictures), and we took the opportunity to ask him a bunch of questions. He replied:

hi! just was in town for 3 days.  first time to go exploring.I really liked walking around the neighborhoods, had so much fun ill be  coming back in about a month or two with some more supplies.. thanks for the midnight bark on your page!. i didnt get pictures of anything. nailed abunch of eyes nose and mouths to trees too but havent found any of those yet.

Has anybody seen any tree stuff yet?

tree

Apparently, the artist likes to work in costume, so in two months time be on the lookout for something like this:

Outside the Make-Out Room

Photo by mittenmaker.

Swine So Fine

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I’ve been eating these chicharrones all week long. At once fluffy and crisp, like a flash-fried cumulus cloud, they are the new San Francisco treat. They go good with tuna sandwiches, with meatloaf sandwiches, with Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, and they’re good all by their lonesomes.

The ingredients as listed on the package are pork, chili, sugar and salt. But each one of these melt-on-your-tongue little wonders is more than the sum of its parts. There’s a magic ingredient I think we all like to call Ryan Farr, and Chris has words for him:

Ryan says he’s taking the recipe to the grave, which just means I’ll have to kill him and extract the recipe then.

Conversely, rather than resorting to murder, one could simply visit 4505 Meats for a list of local outlets at which they’re carried. In any case, watch your back, Chef.

More photos after the jump:

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"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