Mission Mission

When asked about his discriminatory treatment, the puppy dejectedly replied, “I thought they would be happy sashimi.”

That just ain’t right.

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Sexpigeon today published a devastating treatise on the donut in modern American society:

There have been efforts in our nation’s cities to better the donut. The concept of a donut is simple and unassailable, the manifestation of a donut is cheap to execute. How, then, to better a donut? So far the answer has been the same answer pizza and coffee were given back in the 1990s: get goofy with the flavors.

So now we’ve got hibiscus donuts, pb&j donuts, passionfruit donuts, carrot cake donuts, blood orange donuts with candied blood orange slices on top. These retail for two to four times the cost of an ordinary donut. You don’t mind paying this because the product is so very novel. You can tell your mom that in [American city x] they sell donuts that taste like Earl Grey tea, and she will be delighted in the mode of “what’ll they think of next,” and you can congratulate yourself for being a well-informed man-about-town. Rather large rewards for what amounts to an extra dollar or three.

Read on for the author’s take on how to better appreciate donuts worth appreciating.

[Photo by Abby]

La Vallarta tacos just got a 17% price increase. That means 25 cents, non-math-dude. Up to $1.75 from $1.50.

The title of best tacos in town, in my humble opinion, goes to Taqueria la Vallarta. I have sung praises about these tacos and even admired their surrealist psychedelic mural here before. But last week I walked up to the register with a trio of meat-topped, lard-dipped tortillas and the total came to $5.25. All seven stages of grief occurred in a flash:

1. Shock – WTF? The five dollar bill in my hand can’t cover this!

2. Pain – Is this the end of an era? Has the economy finally caught up with the Mission’s last cheap meal? Is California, indeed, a failed state?

3. Anger & Bargaining – Señor, I assure you this is the first I have heard of this. This is unfair. You should have a sign up, or something. How about I skip the grilled onion, take one less radish and lime wedge, give you $5, and we call it even.

5. Depression, Reflection, Loneliness – Will this be my last taco? Maybe I need to eat more healthy. Say, I haven’t been on a date in a while. I think I have an overbearing mother.

6. The Upward Turn – Hey, looks like I have an extra quarter in my pocket that I was saving for my laundry change jar.

7. Acceptance & Hope – You know what? You guys deserve it. I have dreams about these tacos. I hope my humble contribution brings you riches, sir. ¡Viva la Vallarta!

Seriously, though. They deserve it. But, bummer.

[photo by mioi]

Reader C.K. Chew thinks someone found a way:

Drunk, high, or sober, this statement rings true (with varying degrees of spelling errors)

I’m sure the Mr. Pickle’s staff was appropriately tickled this morning.

You know how every time you have an Old Shoe somebody comments on the size of your ice cube? Outwardly you’re like, “Settle down, newbie,” but really you’re gratified by how impressed they are.

Well, Rumback, my favorite blog loosely devoted to the impending rum comeback, figured out how to experience those feelings in the comfort of your own home. (All you need is a Williams-Sonoma King Cube Silicone Ice Cube Tray).

Muralists Jet Martinez, Bunnie Reiss and Ezra Eismont have recreated the ancient and hidden Ohlone mural of Mission Dolores. In case you missed the kickstarter campaign (and it looks like most of you did), a hidden mural was uncovered behind the church altar by Ben Wood and Eric Blind in 2004. It was painted by Ohlone Indians under the captivity guidance of Spanish missionaries in 1791.

The new piece resides at 22nd and Bartlett on the Mission Market building and will be unveiled tonight during the opening night of Mission Community Market, a not-a-farmer’s-market farmer’s market in the Mission. Stop by from 4-8pm for the festivities, music, food, and a pre-requisite David Campos appearance.

Apparently they’re here.

Thanks, Joshua!