San Francisco’s Restaurant in Anjuna, South India

Serving “lasagna’s, pasta’s, spaghetti, sizzlers” and more. This place looks great and I really wanna go.

Sizzlers??

[via Hanna Quevedo]

A night of chocolate, bacon, booze, loud music, sultry performers and giveaways

Our pal Broke-Ass Stuart is helping throw this multifaceted rager tonight. My New Year’s resolution was to party harder, so I don’t know if I can actually attend this in good conscience, but it sounds like a good time:

- PLEASURABLE SOUNDS (DJs) -
J-Boogie (Om Records)
Richie Panic (Lights Down Low)
DJ Omar Perez (Popscene)
Kimmy Le Funk (Monarch)

- TEMPTING TREATS -
Fera’wyns Artisan Chocolate Tastings
Bacon Bacon Truck
Glen Grant Single Malt Scotch Whisky
- complimentary cocktails from 9-10p (while supplies last)

- SULTRY PERFORMANCES -
Dark Garden Corset Fashion Shows
Circus Artistry from Golden Gate Dolls

- NAUGHTY GIVEAWAYS -
Spin Good Vibrations’ “Wheel of Pleasure”
Giveaways from Crave by Lauren Stewart, Pleasure Ambassador

RSVP and invite your friends!

Epic transit nerdout today on Burrito Justice Radio

Tune in, noon-2pm: BFF.fm

Driving your car through a BART station

[via Mission Local]

Old black Volvos through the ages

Pretty good looking vegan options at Mission Cantina in NYC

[via No Age]

Classic Bay Area punk rock

My friend Adam (aka DJ Trigger Cut) is doing his monthly punk happy hour at the Knockout tonight. It’s always tons of fun, but this time there’s a little controversy:

In the grand tradition of other terrors like Harry Potter and nipples, we’ve been censored! Thus, this place is no longer fucked (shhh… look the other way). In it’s place, Hickey’s love anthem. “Hey cutie pie, it’ll be alright.”

Classic Bay Area punk w/ DJ Trigger Cut!

The forecast says we’re all in for a long-overdue downpour of Lookout goodness. Blatz just played for the first time in forever and it needs to be celebrated. Plus, I’m bringing a whole pile of MTX and Ghoulies 7″s that aren’t going to play themselves. Screw 32, Dead and Gone, Fleshies, yada yada yada, come drink with me and enjoy the sounds of the good ol’ days! And Hickey. Always Hickey.

Plus Beth behind the bar!

It used to be called “This Place Is Fucked” after the line in “Journey to the End of the East Bay,” so I’m assuming Adam got a cease-and-desist from Rancid :(

RSVP and invite your friends!

Here’s “Hey Cutie Pie”:

We are presenting this No Age show at Noise Pop 2014

No Age are responsible for two of our favorite Noise Pop memories of all time (a public service announcement regarding the Foo Fighters and lameness and a panel discussion about album art that included a cool picture of David Letterman), so we’re thrilled and honored to be co-presenting their Noise Pop 2014 appearance next month at Bottom of the Hill.

You may RSVP and invite your friends on Facebook, and tickets are on sale now, though we’ll be giving away a pair in the coming weeks, so be on the lookout for that. And we’ll be taking a look at the rest of the bill too, so be on the lookout for that.

And be sure to check out the rest of the Noise Pop 2014 lineup, which includes a Mikal Cronin show at the Chapel and another No Age show at Brick & Mortar.

I made the poster; what do you think?

Drink of the Week: Argentine Fernet with Australian ginger beer

You’re right, no Fernet is as good as Fernet Branca, but sometimes it’s fun to branch out a little. My friend Simon recently hosted a Fernet party, most of which I do not remember, but according to this photo I just found, we drank this concoction. And it looks pretty good. (I do remember the Argentine Fernet was delivered to the party by someone who on the event invite expressed profound distaste for Fernet of all kinds. It was nice that she came to her senses and decided to participate.)

Looks real nice in that gorgeous Fernet Branca glass too.

Vehicular Manhattanslaughter

[via The Fog Bender]

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission