The Rhiannon Special

Rhiannon brags:

I’ve managed, with my superior skill, to convince Alex at Rodger’s Coffee, which serves delicious coffees AS WELL AS Strauss Organic Ice Cream (none of this yogurt hooha) to make me coffee milkshakes, by pouring the hot espresso into ice cream in a plastic togo cup, then stirring it until perfect, and adding a bit of milk.

It’s called “The Rhiannon Special”.

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Previously:

Your Milkshake Would Bring All the Boys to the Yard

Off-Menu Ordering in the Mission

Your Milkshake Would Bring All the Boys to the Yard

At Amy’s in Austin I had an amazing peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich milkshake. It was like I was drinking a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich! And who among us hasn’t always wanted to do that!?

The girl behind the counter had explained that their peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich ice cream is made with real peanut-butter-and-honey sandwiches, so a couple weeks later I decided to try to recreate it on my own, and I learned the hard way how important it is you take off the crusts. Because nobody ever orders their milkshake “extra fibrous.”

The thing is, I wouldn’t have had this problem were one of my neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries kind enough to make shakes. Why do neither of our neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries make shakes!?

Wouldn’t we all love a strawberry-balsamic shake? Or a Secret Breakfast shake for heaven’s sake? For heaven’s shake?

P.S. The dependable everyday photos snapped this photo somewhere in the Bay Area this weekend I think.

Previously:

Secret Breakfasts Plus Shots of Beam

COCO LOCO

 

Today feels like a good coconut day.  Has anyone gotten a coconut from this place yet?  They’re only $2.50 each, and the place is run by a local immigrant whose dream is to sell coconuts.  A friendly gentleman even stands in front with a machete ready to help you liberate the sweet coconut water, which also happens to be the best hangover cure in the world, battle-tested by professional Guyanese lay-abouts (you can keep your kombucha, thank you very much).

It’s one of those places that looks like a front for something unsavory, but only because they are still working on getting all their permits.  And just ask Mission Minis and Anthony’s Cookies about what happens when you don’t get your permits.  Nope, nothing here except good, wholesome young coconuts.  Even Madonna is cuckoo for coconuts.

Previously:

Coconuts on Mission Street

New Beverage Set to Take Mission by Storm

Cutting Kombucha Costs

Falafel Love

I also love you, falafel.

Art by Susie.

Previously:

Hands Down the Best Falafel in the Mission

Falafels at the Nice Lady Store

Always Cook Your Popsicle

Ice Tubes is the premiere surfing/man skills/humor website on the internet, and yesterday they showed us how best to enjoy a popsicle.

One of the Tastiest Little Breakfasts in Town

S. Pigeon this morning clued us in on a fine-looking breakfast option over at Rosamunde Sausage Grill, and lamented that clearly not enough of us are taking advantage:

And what’s this about free fancy coffee?

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Rosamunde Roundtable

Adios, Ramblas Tapas! Bongiorno, New Delfina Outpost!

Paolo over at the Chronicle‘s Inside Scoop last week reported that the Delfina folks (satisfied with their Pizzeria Delfinas having been at the forefront of the SF FANCY PIZZA EXPLOSION) are ready to try something new, in the Mission, in a “high-profile mystery space.”

Well, we solved the mystery. The deal is done, and it’s Ramblas, home of somewhat affordable tapas and sangria and organic pale ale, on Valencia between 16th and 17th.

Still no word on what ground-breaking new concept will replace the place [UPDATE: Carolyn points to a tweet that indicates it might be Mexican], but Ramblas’ days are numbered, as the Delfina Empire expands once again.

Anyone want to meet up for one last round of Churros & Chocolate?

Photo by John.Gordon.

Previously:

Hipster Pizza

Barcelona Ghostbusters

BREAKING: Someone Has Actually Eaten at Pizzeria

Getting A Feel For The New Valencia

Fritz's New Takeover
Frjtz is exploring the possibilities of the new Valencia Street and all its extra space. I’ve never eaten there, and the menu, prices and ambiance don’t entice me. But actually sitting down outside without the fear of Gavin Newsom popping out from behind a safety cone and forcing me onto a one way bus trip to Santa Cruz, that sounds pretty nice. What do you think?

Jack Hammer
Construction. That’s what’s up.

Mission Street Food Restaurant Hits Goal

With 22 days left, Mission Street Food hit their $10,000 investment goal. Looks like their full-time charitable restaurant is going to become a reality! Congrats to Anthony Myint.

The $10,00 goes to their initial equipment purchases, but they could still use more support and you can still donate through kickstarter. Your donation goes towards a gift certificate at the restaurant when it opens.

Previously:

Mission Street Food: ‘Oh Okay, We’ll Take Donations’

Mission Street Food Going Full Time, Seeking Investors

It's All About Drinking a Shit Ton of Racer 5 and Screaming While Pissing on a Wall

It’s time for the Mission Mission Facebook Wall comment of the day! Today’s comes courtesy of Mission Mission super fan Ryan Christopher Parks (pictured) in response to this morning’s post about Anchor Steam:

Anchor Steam tastes like shit. It’s all about drinking a shit ton of Racer 5 and screaming while pissing on a wall.

Ryan is a musician of some kind btw, and he is playing at Dalva tonight some time between 7 and 10 if you want to stop by and buy him an Anchor Steam or something.

Photo by S. Pigeon.

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The Attic, Refuge for Displaced Toronado Regulars by Katie Ann