Mission Mission

Being a man and all, I’ve never been in the powder room at Bender’s, so I sent a covert op into the bathroom armed with a camera so I could see the graff:

Since when does the Mission have lines?

When I walked by this scene Saturday night, I saw so many popped collars I figured that Kelly Clarkson was throwing a a last-minute show and the promoters were giving out free lines of blow with complementary subscriptions to the Wall St. Journal.  Turns out it was just world night with a cover charge.

I couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that the homepage for The Blue Macaw was “Suspected Malware.”  Places like this have certainly had the collateral effect of ruining once-awesome neighboring spots.  Doc’s Clock, previously awesome via shuffleboard, $2 Olympia, Connect Four, and support of dogs, is now frat-house overflow.  Latin America Club is inundated with girls in heals that clearly cannot handle a pint full of tequila.

Getting past the security warning, the about section (written in Comic Sans) tells the story:

Smart, exotic with a bit of the flamboyant thrown in. That’s the ambience at the Blue Macaw, soon to be San Francisco’s most stylishly urbane night club. If you want to see or be seen, or mingle, experience the DJ parties Saturday nights and take in the diverse shows the rest of the week.

This Yelp reviewer nails it:

It’s sad that this was the heir to the 12 Galaxies’ legacy.  In this Bizarro landscape,  world music is the new noise rock.  Mojitos are the new Fernet & Pabst.  The North Face polar fleece is the new hoodie.  Take your faux-deco and drive it back to Concord.

American Apparel was the wrong fight.

Looks like I missed a good party the other night.

Verdict: looks alright.

Previously on Mission Mission:

• They ruining the Boogaloo Building
• Update: They Ruining the Boogaloo Building

After feasting on Mai’s delicious Banh Mi, I was pretty pumped to try the Banh Mi sold from a Cushman.  Tragically, once I made my way over to Dolores Park, I discovered there is no veggie option (and one of the proprietors gets really testy when you start talking veggie options).  Luckily, one of my friends (thanks Josh!) does not care about our fowl friends and gave the sandwich a once over:

On first approach all looked good but soon I questioned how this was going to turnout. All the ingredients looked great but the attention to detail when constructing the sandwich came up short.  I soon noticed the awkward use of a huge knife when spreading the pate and mayo on the french baguette.  It was like making a pb&j sandwich but spreading the jelly on only part of the bread.  The sandwich had no consistency and several bites consisted of huge, overly flavorful bites of pate.  They also forgot several items such as the pickled carrots, daikon and cilantro. The upside is that the chicken was great and its always nice to have people bring food to DP.

I managed to make my way over to the Magic Curry Kart to check out his epically delicious new pumpkin curry when I overheard that his employment situation (corroborated by NBC Bay Area) is allowing him to start a new Vietnamese noodle venture.  If this is anywhere near as good as the curry, I’ll finally have a reason to never set foot in Sunflower ever again.

In other street food news, there was some guy selling eggroll-like fried bananas that were the total jam.  Tragically, a bottle of Pinot Noir prior to street dinner caused me to completely forget who this guy was (sorry twitternets), but if you see him hawking his wares, don’t hesitate to eat them.

(photo from the pages of Bikes and The City)

The fall weather is clearly discouraging people from hanging out in the park, but some core park-goers are still determined to hold down the fort.  Take this crew: these guys really know how to party.  Not only were they rocking out with two kegs and various food stuffs, they were playing traditionally awesome park games like potato sack races and three legged races.   It was hard to not feel inferior while merely sitting on the grass with a can of Natural Ice and playing go fish with a deck of Pura Vida cards.

In other news, the cool breeze was not discouraging the token shirtless frisbee player*:

* bonus pink speedo, long red hair, mustache and aviators

Corinna fills us in on the latest NorCal reactionary attitude and how her dog defecating everywhere helped coined the term:

I got home from work and my old roommate who I did not very much care for said “I need to talk to you.” Hrm, what about? Then he told me about the “serious problem with Walter.”Apparently, according to him, Walter took the longest, most abundant pee all over his box spring, then took a fat shit on his floor, then dragged his comforter onto the floor and smeared it in his feces and then dragged the comforter all over his room to spread his dog shit all over the place. This behavior seems slightly malicious and from it I can only conclude that this dude was somehow fucking with Walter.

Read on…

Not completely sure what is going on here but it looks like a good time.