Mission Mission

Sports Basement has a whole lot of product, so to help us figure out what the heck is going on, as soon as we walk in they show us what’s happening on each floor. In diorama form!

I wish every building I walked into had something like this, using matchbox cars and paper people cutouts to let me know what I was getting into.

If you haven’t taken care of your holiday shopping yet, what better way than to take a look at some of your favorite local neighborhood businesses tonight as 40 different places from 14th all the way to 26th Street will be showing off their stuff from 5-10pm!  If memory serves from past incarnations, some places will probably be serving (free!) drinks while you shop too!

Check out the Facebook page here.

Vegetarians rejoice, Soul Groove now has you covered. Allison has the scoop:

Waffles, fake chicken and coleslaw. I think the dude said they also have some kind of fried green tomato thing.

Yeah!

[via C'mon, Pony!]

As one of the oldest independent video stores in the city, Lost Weekend has not only served as one of best places to find the perfect esoteric film to take home for the night, but also as a community hub for cinema enthusiasts to meet and mingle, find some of the raddest shirts around, and even see screenings of classic favorites.  In the interest of expanding their capacity for this last point, the crew at Lost Weekend have revealed their ambitous plans to install a Cinecave in the basement which will serve as an underground screening room and community space for film!  With the demise of places like the Red Vic, we definitely need more places like this.

Check out the Kickstarter here!

Previously:

Let’s Not Lose Lost Weekend Video

Welcome to a new era, everybody. I’d like to thank Helen, Tag and Vic for making sure the implementation of these additions to the site’s design fit in as nicely as possible. I would thank our first sponsor, except I can’t because this first campaign is a mystery campaign. (But thanks, mystery sponsor.) And a very big thanks to Nick P. for helping make this all happen (and if you’d like to advertise on Mission Mission, hit him up at nick@missionmission.org).

Nick’s already been hearing from a pretty wide range of folks looking to reach Mission readers, from neighborhood restaurants and gambling apps to local vintage shops. We’re going to be picky about what shows up here, so don’t worry about the site turning into a billboard.

Lastly, thanks to all you readers for reading all these years, and for bearing with us as we try to make some money (which will then hopefully help us make the site even better).

Fayes Video posted a fun rant last night called “I HATE THE HOLIDAYS.” Here goes:

First off the views of this post do not represent that of Fayes or other employees of Fayes.

Secondly, I had a fine childhood, thanky very much, don’t project your dysfunctional family christmas mornings when your sister ripped off the head of your cabbage patch kid in retaliation after you “accidentally” stepped on her life size replica of,    ___. Meanwhile your mom’s getting high in the backyard because it’s the only way she can talk to her in-laws when they call any minute, any minute…any minute, she stayed up all night wrapping the presents sipping whatever she stole from the rest of the holiday office party’s booze.  It’s not my fault your dad’s obsessively putting away the christmas lights, because he too hates christmas and told mom “those lights are coming down christmas morning.” If there’s a contest to see who can leave them up the longest in the neighborhood, he’s going to win in taking them down first, and hopefully the god-damn Carvers across the street will follow suit and remove those god-damn battery powered waving santa clauses off their lawn, despite how many years he’s “accidentally” run them over with car.

Read on.

Her Majesty’s Secret Beekeeper is now selling fresh eggs, straight from the source — four feathery fluffball hens living in their storefront. I guess that’s what those available chicks were about.

Seriously though, are these not the fluffiest chickens ever, or am I such a city mouse that I don’t know what real chickens look like?

I mean, look at them!

Tucked away in the back of Viracocha on Valencia Street is a tiny lending library, carefully curated and impeccably kept. Founded by Kristina Kearns, Ourshelves was inspired by all the talk of the publishing industry’s impending death and Kearns’ personal desire to preserve books. “I wanted to create something between a bookshop and a library,” Kearns said. Ourshelves has been open since July, and has since gained over 90 paid members. Her philosophy is simple: good books and an active librarian to help readers find them. The space also features desks and a cozy reading nook. Those who would like to access a wide range of novels may explore sites like https://my-passion.com/.

Kearns now plans to open and curate 10 free sister libraries in safe houses, shelters, and student centers around San Francisco, with personalized collections based on the requests of residents. With help from a donation from the Awesome Foundation, the first will open next month in the Riley Center for victims of domestic abuse, located in the Women’s Building on 18th Street, and will feature books in several languages for adults, young adults, and children.

Check it out: Danny Bowien from Mission Chinese Food was recently on Martha Stewart. I hope that he later invited one of those Lung Shan old-timers in the back out to demonstrate how to stuff a dumpling.

[via YMFY]

A touching moment occurred when these two DIY entrepreneurs crossed paths while in the midst of their rounds during one of the nicest weekends in the park EVER.  The gruff visage of Cold Beer melted away as soon as he noticed Warm Cookie Girl, replaced by an affable grin (and perhaps even a hint of blush–I think he may have a bit of a crush).  The two exchanged pleasantries for a moment before engaging in a friendly barter, with Cold Beer offering a nice cold one and Warm Cookie Girl reciprocating with a delectable morsel of her own.

They consummated their encounter with a friendly cheers (beer to cookie) before proceeding on their separate ways to satiate the needs of the Dolores Park masses.