Mission Mission

Local clotheshorse David Enos made the above illustration following a trip to Macy’s with his girlfriend, who observed:

There’s only two ways it can go these days for guy’s styles; you can look like I forget his name from ‘Drive’, if he was going out-on-the-town, or like some ‘Cargo Apocalypse’. [link]

So guys, which one are you?

But seriously, let’s all watch the opening credits sequence from Drive, mainly to find out what that guy’s name is — but also because it is awesome:

http://youtu.be/LtC64YfY61A

I wonder what it was like to be a married twentysomething in San Francisco in 1890.

(Photos submitted by reader Tim K. Thanks, Tim.)

UPDATE:

Delia Presby Oliver (nee Shattuck)’s death notice in the April 11 Daily Alta.

Delia and Frank were married in October 1885.

And this may have been Delia’s house at 814 Powell (looks like she and Frank lived with her parents):

More details in the comments, which SFBay.ca has summarized.

Lillian (not pictured) is from Texas, just like our pal Carlos (pictured). Apparently this sort of thing happens all too often:

Smug Californian: “So where are you from?”

Me: “Texas.”

Smug Californian: (In a tone that reeks of satisfaction with the smell of one’s own flatulence) “I’m so sorry. That must have really sucked.” [link]

So that’s a bummer. Smugness is the worst! (And Texas is pretty fun.)

[Photo by Corntard]

Now let’s watch the unforgettable video for their unforgettable 2002 superhit “Move Your Feet”:

(Also, dang, I wish the park looked this good today.)

Same thing on both sides! Had no idea Coca-Cola was such a sexed-up megacorporation! We checked with SFist editor Brock Keeling, whose offices are just blocks from the sign, to confirm that this was a new phenomenon, and this is what he said:

Brock: Allan, it’s Pride month. Of course it’s going to say that

Of course! So yeah, enjoy, everybody!

What does it mean?

[Photo by Adam Thorman]

The Dennis Richmond Band, live at Sunday Streets!

(For those with a long Mission Mission memory, more here.)

Is today! In the Mission! If you love it, see you there! If you hate it, avoid it! And remember, this is just the second of four Mission editions of Sunday Streets happening this summer!

Now here’s a picture of Bush Bike:

Josh and I checked out this new Italian place within Mission Market last night. The whole experience was eerie, starting with the overeager bystander/good Samaritan ushering us forcefully around the corner onto 22^nd toward the entrance. We walked down the tiled hallway into an expansive dining room (35 tables or so) that was completely empty. La Grotta is not really cavelike (it’s officelike) but it is cavernous. Another patron walked in with us and tentatively sat down at one of the bar tables, but he bailed, which is no easy task in a restaurant with audible pin drops. Josh and I soldiered on.

No booze yet, so we tried the water. We started with the Mesa Platter because it’s damn impressive looking. Unfortunately the meats were tres lunch-meat and the vegetables tasted like vegetables. The bruschetta was very good, well-toasted and nicely garlicky.

Josh had the eggplant lasagna and I had the spaghetti and meatballs. The water line in my bowl was around 67% of capacity. The sauce tasted good, nice and basily, and the pasta was cooked reasonably well. The meatballs were bland and the consistency of matzo balls. Josh found the eggplant bitter and the lasagna ok, but who can trust him, he’s just getting over a cold.

I take no delight in disparaging an unpretentious Italian restaurant in the neighborhood; if it were even pretty good I would eat here every day. Cheap Italian is rarely mastered. Josh’s suggestion was that they offer $2 drafts from 6-9, which I agree might be the ticket to Bean-Bag-sized success.

On the upside, nothing was gross, the service was good and the place was clean. And most of all, I was so full that I could hardly get through my beer half an hour later, which actually sucked because everyone else at the Attic was wasted.

Oh and they had this really good hipster boxing show on the T.V., so that was a plus.