Mission Mission

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Sirron Norris has been working on a new mural on the side of Revolution Cafe. The artist who’s whose piece (seen on the wall above) had been replaced has thrown his objections up in street art form. Mission Local has the story. Luckily Sirron sounds like he’s interested in having a discussion with the previous artist, rather than reacting with the same kind of aggression.

Just kidding. It’s not about choosing sides. Right?

It’s time to vote. Matt Baume at SF Appeal has laid out the ayes and noes with some colorful graphs in a very helpful way, divided between the props and the candidates.

Look up your polling place and get a sample ballot at SFGov.

The San Francisco League are Young and Pissed Off and after the ballots are in you can join them at El Rio from 8:01pm-12:00am.

Anyway, go out there and do it, it’s fun and I always wear a tie on election days for some reason.

People go into Dolores Park Cafe and leave their dogs outside. Right?

Or is it an unsavory remnant of this?

I was walking home after a long day at work this evening and I was thinking about stopping at a local tavern and drawing a bit, and while thinking about what to draw, this dude came up to talk to me. I wasn’t in the mood to inquire further, but now I wish I had. In any case, he inspired me to draw.

On South Van Ness near 20th Street.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I just gotta let you know, my friend Sheng isn’t really my friend. And I’m gonna have to start calling him Chainsaw Skills ’cause it’s gonna get really embarrassing.”

To see it bigger.

When I walk by Andalu, it doesn’t invite me in. It’s one of those places in the neighborhood that just feels too new and too upscale. When I walk in I feel a little out of place. But wait, apparently it did invite me in, because here I am, on last Sunday, ordering brunch. The thing is, I really like eggs benedict. Sometimes when I’m hungry I’ll browse the Flickr pool. But it’s not easy to make at home and it’s not especially cheap. Especially at Pork Store, which is the nearest eggsbenedicteria to my home.

At Pork Store I have to shell out something like $13 for the dish and, sure, it comes with coffee and juice, but I don’t always want all that liquid. (their online menu says that the benedict is $8.95, but maybe that’s only at the Haight Street location, or I’m just plain wrong) Plus, there’re the lines and the scene (which is maybe a plus and a minus?) and the quality, which is just so-so, but what they don’t have in quality is definitely made up for in bigness.

Boogaloos also has the lines and the scene, their benedict is great, but also 5¢ more expensive than Andalu, and comes with fruit or hashbrowns, not both.

Valencia Pizza & Pasta has a pretty good and very filling benedict, and there usually isn’t much of a wait or a scene there. Plus you get a whole orange.

I had the eggs florentine at Weird Fish once, it was good, but smothered in sauce.

At Andalu the benedict is $9.95 (pictured above) and is delicious. The eggs were cooked into little orbs that squirted their warm yellow yolk all over the place when popped. Which is a good thing, I think. And the polenta fries (not pictured, we got those with the french toast, which was also very good, but I’m not talking about that) were great dipped into the hollandaise. The only downside to the food was that I was still a little hungry afterwards.

So, what do you think? Eggs benedict – overhyped? Is there a better spot in the neighborhood (under $10) that I left out? Or should I just eat at home more?

Or so it says.

Plus, you think you spend a lot of time looking for parking, this guy spends all his time looking at parking.

A long time ago in this very land (sometime in 2003) I sat alone in my living room, looking out the window onto Guerrero Street and wondered how I could connect with the people of the neighborhood, hear their thoughts, start a dialogue, without having to actually leave my house and face people in real life. Yes, it sounds sad and lonely. Whatever. The point is, I didn’t know about hyperlocal blogs or anything, so I made do with what I had. Which, apparently, wasn’t much. I figured I’d have to do some fishing.

One morning I tied a piece of paper onto a length of fishing line, attached a pen at the end and lowered them both out the window. I left my house for the day and when I came home that night I reeled the paper in (pen gone).

Here’s what I got:

GOOD MORNING. (if evening, please reverse)

What were you just thinking about?

being @ the beach w/ my aunt

eating pastries

putting a battery in my garage door opener

taking this pen

Hope and nothing but

des paturages sublimes de betes vertigineuses

The other side after the jump (Hey! The other side is the original after the jump!)

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You should throw your trash in the trash can, for sure. But if you happen to have some gum that you weren’t wanting, I know a spot.

Capp Street, natch.

Also, this is the urban fairy circle, right?

Word has come down, riding upon the mystical winds of the corridor of the great Valencia that Ripley, the hairless wonder that sat in the window or on the counter of Borderlands Books, has perished.

Seriously, we wish the owners the best, that was one amazing feline.

UPDATE: So, I’m no reporter, that much is clear. Claud informs me in the comments that my picture is of Ash, who is, thankfully, alive and well. Ripley is seen below in a picture from the Borderlands website. Thanks to Claud, and sorry to all our readers.

Read an announcement from the owners and share your thoughts here.

(thanks, laurie bk)

Congratulations to Joshua, winning the ultimate hamster lifestyle statement, the Rickshaw Bags made Beerdolero, with this haiku:

tepid cans in hand
two arms do not do as much
beerdolero me

Joshua stopped by Bender’s to pick up the prize from a rowdy crew who forced him to “try it out”, to make sure that it works, with their (our) empty, dripping beer cans.

In case you missed it, check out the other entries here.

And, finally, here’s the winning entry spoken.