Mission Mission

Signing the waiver.

Our buddy Zoe (not pictured) had the Death Burger at Dr. Teeth last night:

Zoë: hey
me: yo
Zoë: have you had the death burger at dr. teeth’s yet?
or, mr. teeth
one of those
me: nope
we had a blog post about it though
sort of
yesterday
Zoë: oh really?
it’s insane
me: called “eating the hottest pepper in the world”
Zoë: fucked me up last night
they make you sign a waiver
me: what was it like?
Zoë: well, i got the veggie burger
which is a really loose, meatloafy type patty
they make it there
and it’s covered in this reddish sauce
aka death sauce
and i guess it tastes kind of barbecue-y but i have no idea because it’s just insanely hot
like, it feels more “temperature hot” where you cant really taste anything
anyways, i couldnt finish that thing
the waitress said “a customer got really mad at me yesterday. he said ‘it’s not funny. no really, it’s not funny’ and i said ‘it’s not supposed to be funny’ ”
anyway, i’m never ordering that shit again
but, the rest of the menu looked super legit
we should go!
i saw you on the way home
you were walking from dolores
but i was too deathy to yell at you
me: whoa
yeah i like mr. teeth
so many different ways to get your tots!
Zoë: tot-ally
me: did you take any pics last night?
Zoë: not of food or anything
just of coworkers
oh but one shitty thing
one of the bathrooms was out due to plumbing
but the light was out in the other one
and it was completely dark
i tried doing the cell phone light thing
but people had clearly been peeing all over the place in the darkness
so there were no restrooms working
aka i had to leave
me: dang
quite a night

Now, watch this video Ariel made of Nick Fisher eating chicken fingers with the same gnarly sauce:

[Photo by @juliebadoolie]

Gross me out.

(Thanks but no thanks, Lisa.)

And Girls make no bones about liberally borrowing a bunch of Nor-Cal road trip imagery (and a female lead) from that gorgeous Dominant Legs video from a few weeks back:

Watch it here.

For some colorful commentary on Valencia Gardens, try this comment thread.

[via The SF Style]

Reader Jason left the following comment on our post about last night’s shooting/stabbing/car wreck:

7:25, I saw this car speeding away from the guerrero st shooting…was in my room, window open (streetside), heard 3 shots coming from the Valencia Gardens guerrero street entrance..then a pause, then full on 8-10 more..this was proceeded by people screaming, guy running and this car, scene above, speeding away north on guerrero…it’s 10:30 and cops still have the scene blocked off and are posted up outside..just used the Mission Mission images to confirm with the cops outside that this was indeed the car I saw. funny side note, the inspector’s first question to me was when my lease was up..she suggested moving. [link]

To which reader mission watcher responded:

I know that the cops have a lot on their hands and they can’t be everywhere at once, but it’s pretty infuriating that they suggest moving instead of actually doing their job and monitoring trouble spots like this one on Guerrero.

And it definitely appears to be a trouble spot. The night previous, our pal Erika tried to get a reservation at neighboring Mission Beach Cafe over the phone. The host told her not to bother coming in, and when pressed, explained thusly:

There is a man outside with an automatic rifle, so you probably should choose to dine elsewhere at the moment.

Serious trouble two nights in a row. Shall we all move to Hayes Valley?

“What happened!?” It’s quite a story. Listen to this audio interview with a neighbor who was on the scene shortly after the incident. And scroll down to see the pictures to which the interview refers:

Epic wreck at 21st and Folsom by Allan Hough

Folsom Street closed between 20th and 21st:

A wheel, still attached to part of an axle or something:

A car with a missing wheel, being examined by police:

Police officer telling a couple neighbors to go back inside or leave:

A minivan leaves the scene:

Neighbors spectate:

Local journalism student Emily has beef with the fashion police:

Dear San Francisco Footwear Elitists,

Yesterday, in a blatant act of defiance, I did the unthinkable: I wore flip flops outside of my house. I wasn’t going to the beach, I wasn’t even going to the park, I just didn’t give a fuck.

I rode Muni, I walked around, I lounged at a cafe in Hayes Valley, all while letting my feet enjoy the Indian Summer weather. And believe me, they loved it. They missed their soft brown leather Rainbow flip-flops. Meanwhile, my friends were in their usual footwear, Doc Martens and ridiculous Jeffrey Campbell heels. Yeah, no thanks, I already have a low tolerance for heat so I will spare my feet from the discomfort.

I’m from San Diego and as a result I essentially spent the first eighteen years of my life in flip-flops and jean shorts sitting on the beach. I knew early on that this habit would not be welcomed in my new home for obvious climate-related reasons, but I quickly learned that that was not the only restriction.

Read on.

[Photo by Carina's mom]

Got an IM from Mike Chino a little while ago:

Mike: Today’s pizza
Marinated Mushroom and Artichokes with Parmesan and Parsley
headed to arizmendi
Sent at 1:09 PM on Monday

Followed closely by the following SMS:

Omg it’s amazing

1:34pm 9/19/11

Yum! I already ate lunch, but I know what’s for dinner. Thanks, Mike!