The Dodos perform this Thursday at the Make-Out Room

Tuna fruit

Reader Kristin was confounded: “I’ve had all kinds of fun with Google Translate and tuna doesn’t appear to mean anything in Spanish– certainly not prickly pear.”

Well, Kristin, Wikipedia explains:

Most culinary uses of the term “prickly pear” refer to this species. Prickly pears are also known as “tuna”, “nopal” or nopales, from the Nahuatl word nōpalli for the pads, or nostle, from the Nahuatl word nōchtli for the fruit; or paddle cactus. This and similar species are native to Mexico. [link.]

So, yeah, it’s just what’s it’s called. Not as funny as that whole smoked lion thing.

Hot new look for summer: Towering pastel princesses

The purest form of cycling

Another epic to-do list

A gem, right? I think “DESIGN SHIT FOR GENO” is right up there with “PLAN CHEST PIECE.”

[via Petty Crimes]

Questlove dined at La Taqueria on Saturday night

I bet he was all like, “It’s expensive, and there’s no rice in the burritos, but I’ll be damned if this place isn’t great.”

[via @the SFCritic]

Primo from Oldies Night and Jamie from Debaser will DJ together in Dolores Park this afternoon

It’s to show their support for this dude John Avalos who’s running for mayor. Whatever the reason, this will surely be a seriously unique dance party. They’re scheduled to do their thing from 2-5PM.

And then, of course, Primo’s got 2 Men Will Move You tonight at Amnesia (featuring the triumphant return of DJ Jordan):

Time for bubble tea and Japanese curry

Boba Guys are in full effect starting NOW. Here’s an update:

Two quick things: 1) Cash Only (sorry, we couldn’t get our credit card machine to work) and 2) If you can come around 1pm, you might avoid the mad lines. Boba time!

See you at 1pm!

A boot and a shoe

[via Storts]

Previously:

Get freaky tonight at Oldies Night!

[via Primo]

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"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