Mission Mission

Makes sense. SFist has the scoop here.

SF Appeal is having its first big event: Some kind of really nerdy flashmob to celebrate the Culture Bus’ final excursion. Saturday afternoon! Link.

Just when I was starting to think it was a slow news week, some moving truck goes absolutely nuts and discovers that it does not fit into a Church St. garage after uncontrollably descending Hill St. as three people jumped from the devil-powered behemoth for their lives.

Dolores Park View brings us the tale.

Update: Apparently SFist covered this hours ago.  I should really start reading other blogs.

Previously on Mission Mission:

• Car vs. Bank

I moved to 18th and Dolores in 1993. Among all the changes that the neighborhood has gone through since then, somehow, just outside the hustle and bustle, this intersection remains the same. The four corners here haven’t changed in decades.

A block away at 18th and Guerrero Carl’s became Tartine. Quality Junk and Bruce’s little shop where I’d get my hair cut got gobbled by Tartine and Delfina. Bi Rite changed from the dusty place where I got my catfood, to . . . you know, what it is now. Anna’s, where you could get cookies for diabetics, is Farina’s.

Stand in the middle of this intersection (watch out for cars) and look around you, for now, you’ll still see the old neighborhood. The one I moved to, the one that was there before me. Robert’s little world beat music store is gone. Al’s Comics has moved. But these four corners persist.

So what’s going on here?  Is Pac-Man freaking out and eating Ms. Pac-Man?  Puking up a tofu scramble from the Pork Store Cafe?  Blowing a bubble?  Getting the tagger’s hands cut off?

We’ve been seeing this thing around and didn’t know what to make of it. We like Oopsie Daisy much better.

Nevertheless, Flickr photographer hereandthereblog sent this in, and we like his shot, so here it is.

Like black-and-white cookies and marble rye, the chocolate babka was something that to me only existed in Seinfeld reruns. But now it is real.

I know, I know, this photo is terrible, but it couldn’t wait. Pal’s Take Away is now, on occasion I’m guessing, offering what they’re billing as “Straight Outta Brooklyn Green’s Chocolate Babka.” It is the new best thing in the world, cakey and fluffy, and crispy where it counts, and full of ribbons of chocolatey richness.

I was too busy stuffing it into my face to bother to ask whether they make it themselves or they’re shipping them in from Brooklyn or what, not that it makes a difference. I had one on Saturday and went back on Tuesday for four more.

-Mollie C

Right? I dunno. It looks like somebody though. Blow it up for full effect.

Photo by potential past.

Previously:

Dolores Park Palms Look Like the Ramones

I Heart Street Art today looks at a big PE on somebody’s garage door.