Mission Mission

Here’s what a piece o’ π at Pi Bar looks like:

Yum.  Both Burrito Justice (image cred for the above!)  and Grub Street have good posts about the new pizza joint at 25th and Valencia.  Check ‘em out.

I took a look at the menu in anticipation, and was, quite frankly,  a bit disappointed with the lack of π references.  In fact, the only punny π mentions on an otherwise straightforward menu were the $3.14 slices and the “2 * Pi * “R”egular Special,” which translates to a slice and a beer.  That last one doesn’t quite make sense.  2πR = circumference, dudes.

I understand I’m being obnoxious (seriously, stop reading now), but I’d like to come up with some suggestions for Pi Bar to pony up on the π puns.  Here’s what I’ve got so far, let me know if you think of more:

• The Archimeaties – the all-meat pi!
• The Pi Are Square – the pi whose area is square!
• The Greek Constant – the Greek pi!
• The Infinite Sequence – create your own pi!
• Square Root Special – slices for $1.77!

Or whatever, they could keep their menu classy.  No biggie.

Looking forward to trying it out!

I walk around the neighborhood on late Saturday and Sunday mornings and I look at all these people crowded together outside the brunch spots. I see a bunch of able-bodied folks with at least one common interest, and I can’t help thinking about how to somehow put them to use.

Here we have a crowd of people who are not going anywhere anytime soon, standing, waiting, listless. Hungover and tired, probably, but nevertheless, there must be a way to get something going here. I really have no idea what. Sure, you could try to sell them some stuff, and they’d probably buy some of it. But that’s thinking small.

What else could we do with them? Get them to carry some heavy crap? Poll them to find out if you’re hot or not? Give them a group project to complete before brunch becomes lunch?

I just really think there’s an untapped potential here.

You know those blue “ValPak” envelopes full of coupons that you never look at?  Well, there is a buy-one-get-one-free slice of pizza in there this month.  Fuck ya!  Sure, the pizza is kinda nasty, but it’s free.

You know, in all the movies I have ever seen, it has always been piranhas, killer ants, or Hannibal Lecter that will eat an animal down to the bone.  I’ll never be able to look at pigeons the same ever again.

From our tipster, Jon:

snapped these on my way to work this morning on 24th St. around Harrison, I believe. The guy next to me said, “I think it’s a horse.”

Thanks Jon!

From the “I-wish-I-thought-of-this-on-Saturday” department:

Pool party on 19th by Dolores Park.  Besides the amount of guilt associated with this and the inevitable angry letter from my landlord, this is a killer idea for another hot weekend.  These things will support the weight of a few lanky adults, right?

(photo Choyberg)

Just isn’t what it used to be.

(Photojournalism courtesy of Sex Pigeon)

Blurry Photo. Sorryboutit

Last night I was rolling by Chile Lindo, my favorite empanada spot in the Mission, and noticed they shifted locations to 2944 16th St. at Capp.  Seems like they upgraded to a larger space, which was definitely a needed change.  That said, one of my favorite things about the place was the ability to swing by for an empanada to-go at 11pm while hitting up one of the many bars on 22nd.  WHAT WILL I DO NOW?

Previously on Mission Mission:

• It’s Always Sunny in the Mission: Chile Lindo Empanadas

Om nom nom and so on.  Time to go to Maverick (17th/Mission)!

Eater SF alerts us to the return of Southern Fried Night next Wednesday, September 30th:

More of a special night than a deal: the annual Southern Fried Night, wherein the menu includes items like Fried Green Tomatoes, Fried Frog Legs, Fried Alligator Balls and Fried Chorizo Pie, among others. Reservations will go quickly.

I’m really into this place.  My bf and I even purchased the restaurant’s first for-sale bottle of Youk’s Hot Sauce, before they’d printed up the labels.  No biggie, okay?

Go reserve now if you have yet to do so!  OpenTable‘s doing that thing where it suggests totally bummer dining times  already.

(Image courtesy of Flickr user cygnoir)

Finally, we can put the Summer-long Pi Bar meme to rest.  Today, Urban Daddy brings us the first comprehensive set of details about the new restaurant.  Sounds like it could be good times (although it seem as though they think 3.14 * 2 is the same as 3.14².  Whoops).

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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.