Mission Mission

The title and this still alone should have you convinced, but just in case, here’s an excerpt — the gnarliest, most stunningly inexplicable 1:42 of cinema you will ever watch:

The Roxie rules. Get advance tickets here.

Our pal Carlos saw someone who looked like Woody Allen in front of Esperpento at 22nd and Valencia. Turns out it was him, along with his wife Soon-Yi Previn, confirmed by the NY Post (whose logo font kinda looks like ours… coincidence?).

I smell field research for Vicky Cristina Barcelona II: Vicky Cristina San Francisco.

Update: Woah, Esperpento owner Carlos Muela, who’s apparently a good sport about my gratuitous “overpriced small plates” jab, just sent us this:

If there’s any good time to throw the devil horns, it’s when you’re taking a picture with Woody Allen.

Update 2: According to tablehopper, he’s in town filming a new, untitled movie with Cate Blanchett, Alec Baldwin, and Louis C.K!

Countdown till a “Cate Blanchett having a beer at Zeitgeist” post.

Just had a jar of this golden ale made with rice, presumably to complement the quasi-Asian Namu menu. Magnolia brews some of the best beers in the city, so getting an exclusive from them is a pretty big deal. This bright, slightly bitter sunny-day ale is great for anyone who is sick of paying $9 for a 12 ounce bottle of Hitachino.

Been watching the Olympics and looking to get in on the action?  Check out the Halberstadt Fencers’ Club on 17th and S. Van Ness, which besides having one of the raddest murals in the neighborhood also serves as the training grounds for local Olympian Alexander Massialas!  The next time your dumb jock friends try to tell you that everyone in the Mission sucks at sports, ask them if anyone from the Marina is in the Olympics.  Touche!

[Photo by JASON ANFINSEN]

Previously:

• Don’t Fence Me In
• Fencing Is Emotional and Magical

Or maybe they were talking about the butter knife? Anyway, if you were being annoying at St. Francis this afternoon, you know who you are, I guess?

[via LLL]

These were submitted by Georgia McNamara via our Facebook timeline. See a few more here.

UPDATE: SFist spotted a similar bunch over in North Beach.

There seems to be a new street art movement sweeping the neighborhood (or perhaps just 23rd St), and you’ve still got a chance to get in on the ground floor! And you don’t even have to have a real plastic bag–even a torn tortilla wrapper will do!

Whether it’s commentary on environmentalism (Greenland’s ice sheets are melting!) or consumerism (weren’t plastic bags outlawed in SF?), or merely the work of some bored homeless dude is up to you, but you’ve at least got to admire the variety here.

Also, FYI, none of these can be recycled in your apartment’s street-side bin (only HARD plastic can be), so tell your dumb housemates to stop throwing these in with the recycling!

‘Cause I may have found it. Better go claim it before that window looky-loo figures out where it is.

On second thought, this could be the turning point in some really good story involving cat burglars, a mystical ankle bracelet found in a pawn shop, and roof people versus alley people.