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“Plaid” still doesn’t rhyme with “laid”. #sanfranciscogoldrushhipster twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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I was on my way to dinner at Hog & Rocks the other night when I ran into my pal Paul strolling down 20th Street. I invited him to join me, but he’d just eaten, at KronnerBurger, where he’d had a lovely meal and they’d served him CARBONATED TEQUILA. I immediately changed my plans.

They carbonate the tequila for inclusion in a drink called the “Carbonated Motherfucking Margarita,” which was really good — but not as disarming as the carbonated tequila on its own. It’s like you’re drinking champagne, but it’s tequila. It’s like you’re drinking science fiction! It turned my world upside down. (First because it was such a wild thing to experience, second because I ended up having about nine shots, which I think carbonated my brain a little bit.)

I went back the next night for more, but they were out or something, so I stormed out. Which means, I guess you might not always be able to get it. (The good news is, the rest of KronnerBurger’s bar program is also very good. I recommend the Scotcholate Milk and the Sarsaparilla Old Fashioned.)

Your usual host Nick Pal will return soon, don’t worry. Drink of the Week is brought to you by Poachedjobs.com.

Enjoy it while listening to “Night Moves” by Bob Seger:

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This happened somewhere in the Mission I guess.

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(Thanks, Isaac and Karen!)

Lyft vehicles are the ultimate hybrids:  taxi, car, and pedestrian, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!

Perhaps this is revenge for PARKing Day?

Here‘s a blast from before the bust of ’01. When Slanted Door used to be on Valencia and places like Mangiafuoco on Guerrero used to offer basic Italian grub and grog (“It has chianti and what else do you need in an Italian restaurant”).

Benders was Sacrifice, serving up rum ribs and voodoo pasta in a tiki setting (“Don’t ask about how this purgatorial “tiki lounge” fits in, it just does”).

Booze was referred to as liquids and Amnesia charged a whopping $2 for live shows. Over at The Uptown a good jukebox was defined as one stocked with Dylan and Morphine, but beers were $3 and the dude next to you could probably tip you off on a well priced nitrous tank.

The current de-gentrified Club Veintiséis on Mission near 26th was the gentrified 26 Mix, a “sound bar” offering up a high quality listening experience while you sipped on your suds à la Tokyo style bars which feature a premium soundsystem and choice djs.

Bonus interview with dj Spesh aka “dj Special K” of club QOÖL fame right here, who will surely get a kick out of this decade old frosty picture we’ve unearthed.

Seen her? Help restore this complicated relationship.

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Update:

Apparently, this guy wasn’t as charmed by her cuteness:

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One of our rare high-school readers Asher (say, what do people who are too young to drink in SF do, anyway?) spotted this in a window on 19th and Valencia this weekend. Boba Guys is getting their own storefront. Renovations are under way and they are looking into an Asian-themed food vendor pairing.

Chamalyn, another boba place, previously occupied this space and apparently didn’t survive the competition. Judging from all the Asian ‘tweens I saw filing into Boba Guys’ current 18th st. location this past Sunday, they’ve definitely got the market pegged.

By the way, try their almond jelly in lieu of tapioca. It’s homemade, and it’s bangin’. You can’t make as good spitballs with it, though.

The Hard French Winter Ball is rapidly approaching, and while there’s still a few tickets available, the deadline to nominate your 2013 Hard French King and Queen is tonight at 6pm:

We’re looking for extraordinary folks from our community who are smart, sweet, artsy, crafty, committed, bold, big-hearted, and of course, self-identifiably sexy and know how to shake their tail feathers!  Ultimately, it’s a chance to honor the folks who tend to put in more than they get back, to say thank you for being part of what makes our community so great!

Wait, you don’t even know what the Hard French Winter Ball is all about?  Well, just imagine 1000 folks from SF going down to Santa Cruz to party on the boardwalk at the Coconut Grove Grand Ballroom!  Check out all the details here, get your tickets here, and don’t forget to nominate those beautiful friends, lovers, crushes, and all-around heroes here!

It looks a little something like this:

It’s updated regularly with listings and info about good stuff.

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