Shoved into a van at gunpoint, forced to swallow a pill

SFist reports:

Today we get the disturbing tale of a 19-year-old woman who narrowly escaped getting kidnapped and roofied on Sunday while walking along Mission Street. She was walking near the corner of Mission and 19th at 1 a.m. Sunday when a 25-year-old suspect approached her with a gun. He dragged her to a nearby van, threatening to shoot her, and forced her to get in back.

The suspect then tried to force her to swallow a pill, which she somehow was able to resist or fake, and then he started driving the van toward Potrero Hill.

Read on for the harrowing conclusion. And for goodness’ sake, watch your backs out there, and beware sketchy brown vans and sketchy 25-year-old males holding guns.

[Random photo of a random brown van by J. Long]

Brunch-only food truck coming to Valencia Street this weekend

Eater SF tells us all about it:

Its menu—a California-inspired list of things like ricotta pancake soufflés and pork belly hash—is a collaboration from Hummer and Rud, who’s also a Cordon Bleu grad.

Look for these guys outside Ritual Coffee Roasters in the Mission on Saturday and at the Hayes Valley Proxy location on Sunday.

Because everybody knows the best part of brunch is standing around with your friends on the sidewalk for 40 minutes waiting for a table to open up. Why not just do away with the table part altogether? All wait, no table — genius!

Read on.

New parklet opens on 29th Street

A first for La Lengua. Bernalwood has the story:

Finishing touches and plants will be installed on the 30th when the Tiffany Avenue neighbors are celebrating theer one year anniversary of planting of the sidewalk gardens.  Then it will just be a matter of when the city installs the bike corral in the space close to the corner!

Read on for more background and more pictures.

Taliban soliciting support on Mission Street

Dudes, don’t fall for it. The Taliban is not cool. (They are probably in need of support though.)

[via Princess Whore]

More details after the jump:

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Graffiti writers hit former Ace Cafe hard

Might this have been a political statement? Neighbors rallying in support of a beloved local watering hole whose lease on life ended a bit abruptly?

[via Squeaky Clean Dave]

Is the sequel superior to the original?

Another pup in a pack

Cuter than the last one? Tough to say.

[Photo by Kieran] [Happy, Laura?]

I may be crazy as fuck, but at least I’m not bored

[Thanks, Christopher!]

Training day

Steven of TCB Courier trains hard. This is why he’s the best.

SFPD tails angry mob chanting about SFPD

Saturday night on Valencia Street. An angry mob marches past waving banners and exclaiming that SFPD had killed someone that day. Patrol cars blocked traffic ahead of them, keeping them safe, and trailed along behind, along with some other serious hardware.

At one point, demonstrators stopped a paddy wagon in its tracks by lacing a big black monolith in its path:

Sorry for the blur, but here you can see a squad car full of police in full riot gear:

This guy brought up the rear, ready to batteram stuff out the way (although he handle that monolith business earlier — an officer exited a vehicle to move it by hand, speaking into his radio, ” We’ve got a big black monolith blocking our path”):

Then they rode off into the sunset, Valencia Street lit up like downtown Reno by the flashing lights of a dozen police vehicles:

UPDATE: SFist has details on the killing here.

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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