Mission Mission

It was amazing. The pineapple was chopped up and added right into the tuna salad. Why have I never heard of this before??

I got it at this place, next to the Pitchfork party:

Let the haters hate. Never give up!

Reader Donald H. posted this on the official Mission Mission Facebook wall. Thanks, Donald!

Oh! Yum!

Reader Tina spotted this the other day and mentioned it in a comment thread. Reader JR just happens to be the the programmer who implemented the feature, and informed us all that it’s been in use since late February.

It’s not a clickable value, so I can’t seem to get a list of all the spots in town with hipster ambiences, and JR didn’t return my email, so, readers, Yelpers, what beloved spots around town besides Gracias Madre have been designated “Hipster”?

And what with the hipster backlash becoming more and more violent, do businesses really want to be associated with the dirty word? Maybe it’s a revenue play. I bet local businesses will pay through the nose to have the “Hipster” tag removed.

C’mon guys, Burger King’s stance on this issue has been completely transparent for decades:

But seriously, Brady Lea‘s video here is quite a watch:

[via Bernalwood]

The man, the mystery — Burrito Justice explains:

Want to see me blather on about La Lengua and Bernal in the 1860s-1880s?  Now’s your chance! The kind folks at the Bernal History Project have invited me to commandeer their monthly session for revolutionary historical purposes. (Fair warning: you know how my posts tend to ramble.)

Tonight, 7PM, Bernal Library, 500 Cortland Avenue. Maps, pictures, and whatever else I think of in the next few hours.

If I were you, I’d go just to see if he really dresses like his stencil. Read on.

Look at this shot by local photographer Austin Kamps! Look at the shadows! Look at the light! Look at the composition!

Look at the subject matter! Look at 24th Street! Look at those fins! Look at those balloons!

Do you suppose the bummed-out birthday girl is in the backseat there, looking bummed? Yes.

I’m not talking about Scrabble — we all know Scrabble in real life is boooooring. (Sorry, Ladies Who Scrabble Club.)

It’s Bananagrams! Fast paced! You play in groups, so peer pressure keeps people from playing irritating bullshit like “QI” or whatever. Plus, you can high-five when something cool happens, and jeer your friends right to their face when they do something dumb. (David.)

It’s a joy! (And, sorry if I’m late to the game on this, but it was tons of fun. Thought you should know.)

Just be sure you play with friends that speak English okay:

(David.)

(Actually, David speaks English fine, usually. Might’ve been all the wine.)

Yessir, this is one excellent and festive idea. Brown Eyed Baker has the recipe here.

If I saw one of these on the ground late at night, I would definitely, definitely consider it.

(Thanks, Tiffany!)

In the aftermath of the shootings at El Tin Tan last night, reader Alicia recalled a Mission Local piece from a couple years back which details the bar’s very special standing in the Mission and abroad:

When Pedro Ruiz arrived here twelve years ago, his only possessions were a bag of clothes and a slip of crumpled paper: “El Tin Tan, 3065 16^th Street, San Francisco,” it read.

Ruiz had come from Yucatan, Mexico and El Tin Tan—a dusty bar between Mission and Valencia Streets where Spanish and Tecate are on everyone’s tongues and mournfulrancheras howl on the jukebox—was his only contact in America. But he didn’t come for a cerveza. He came for a job.

Informal meeting places where immigrants gather and hear about job opportunities have always been vital to settling in America. Despite its humble appearance, El Tin Tan is one of these places, famous throughout Pedro’s home state of Yucatan as a key stop in the United States for Latinos hoping to escape poverty in their home countries.

Read on.

P.S. El Tin Tan, not to be confused with El Tim Tam.

[Photo by Mission Local alum Armand Emamdjomeh]