Mission Mission

Hey Beauty Bar, if one of your chairs was stolen, I think I spotted the suspects.

Broke-Ass Stuart, this one is for you.  Some scavenger hunting party collective is doing a reality TVesque hunt this weekend in Dolores Park.  What makes this notable is that they give all participants web-enabled cell phones.  Yeah, you’re probably expected to return them at the end of the hunt, but who is stopping you from never finishing?  Free fucking phones, people.

On a more important note, the theme of their scavenge hunt is “Mission Hipsters vs. Marina Preppies.”  This is not the first time this week we have seen this theme being used.  Honestly, this theme is so played that you’ll get the clap just from looking at it.  Team Mission Mission had a little staff meeting and determined that, going forward, the acceptable “Haha.  Oh, San Francisco” party theme is “People who view the city as a mass of Hipsters and Preppies vs. people who actually live here.”

Fashionist has the scoop.

I saw this poster for the upcoming SF Vegan Bakesale and first thought, “Sweet!  I love cupcakes and the last vegan bakesale was fucking delicious!”  But then I really looked at the poster.  Vegans should be depicted as state-smashing, corporation-crushing, heart-breaking, chain smoking bike riders with an attitude so surly it is adorable.  So, what the fuck is this?  Vegans: if you want people to join your cause, do not pretend to be virginal middle schoolers whose most naughty action was sneaking an episode of “The Simpsons” while your parents were not looking.

Here, I made you a better poster:

Nothing says "our cause is awesome as shit" like an American flag bikini wearing, riffle-holding, hockey mom that will never win an election again but boys in Alabama love to masturbate to.

A few days ago we were curious if the Guardian Angels were actually accomplishing anything.  SFist found the answer:

Via friend of SFist, Ted: Just saw a drug deal go down in front of an oblivious Guardian Angel at 16th and Mission. Then he held the door open for the drug dealer so he could enter Burger King wile counting his money, thanks for helping out, beret wearing urban mercenary!

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SF Food Wars is hosting another competition on Oct. 18th.  This time, it involves executing cupcakes.  Wicked Pissah.

They have already issued their call for competitors and tickets (limited to 170) go on sale Monday, so get ready to reg up.

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I’m not going to lie, I really want to rag on a fad that allows people to sell unpermitted food on the sidewalk for $15 dollars, but, hot damn, the Frankenweber and the pizza that comes out of it looks so fucking good.

(YouTube link (warning: crazy techno music) – Street foodie on twitter: Pizzahacker)

More rules, less fun.

(Credit MrEricSir)

Ghetto Frida’s Mission Memories has only been up for a month, but it’s already pretty trashed.  Lame.

I know Texas shitkickers are all the rage these days in spite of the fact no one has to schlep through meadow muffins on their way to score blow at Delirium, but this is taking it to far.

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