Mission Mission

Reader Scott B. sends word of an accident (not pictured):

[D]id you guys hear anything about the car chase on Bryant that ended in two cars smashing into each other and some parked cars?

Nope. Anyone?

Photo by y3rdua.

You Might Find Yourself had a “fancy pants tea party” in the park over the weekend apparently.

Man, my mom made me go to a lot of fancy pants tea parties when I was a kid and NONE OF THEM EVER HAD BIG DADDY I.P.A.! What’s up with that, Mom?

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Grub Street this morning has a bunch of local bartenders telling us why vodka is bunk (it’s flavorless and boring, doye).

Brooke from Range bemoans that the vodka-based Vin de Pamplemousse cocktail remains her bestseller even with a bevy of tastier and more inventive offerings on the menu. And then Neyah from Nopa goes off, explaining what a sham the entire vodka industry is. It’s a good read.

The thing is, I love a big complex cocktail like Beretta’s Improved Whiskey more than anything. But sometimes I crave a simple swallow of vodka too. Like how you love a big multi-course feast out at a Michelin-starred destination kitchen, but sometimes just crave box mac and cheese?

Also, last week in Austin I highly enjoyed a few Tito’s and sodas, all while highly enjoying a showcase performance by *Gin* Wigmore no less. (Tito’s is some kind of artisanal Vodka handmade in Austin, and Gin Wigmore is some kind of Amy Winehouse sound-alike handmade by some guys that used to play guitar for Bryan Adams apparently.)

So, what of it? Can we still love vodka even if we acknowledge that it’s mostly boring?

Photo by brickfrenzy.

UPDATE: Oh! PLUS, Absolut seems to have sponsored this new Spike Jonze movie, which looks like it might be good (or at least, better than that last thing he did), so, cut them some slack or something maybe? Maybe.

This really only works if everybody follows the rules. If the guy before you didn’t, then there is surely all the more reason not to sit down. So, I’m sure this might work in Japan, where this blog oki yo is broadcasting from, but not nowheres else. Link.

Plus, if you’re really really drunk, once your pants are down and you’re seated, how easy is it going to be to get back up?

Previously:

Please Sit Down If You Are in Gwar

Special Tiolet Flushing Instructions

I mean, I avoid “the bro” every chance I get. But to straight-up bar them from the community? That seems a tad bit like overkill.

Photo by Hamburger Eyes.

Previously:

Bros Vs. Buddhists

Next thing you know, somebody’ll try to ban tiny hoodies in the Mission.

Thanks, Amanda!

Previously:

American Apparel NSFW Hoodie Ad

American Apparel’s Hooded Swimsuit

Reader Andy B. just sent in this evidence of the latest trend to hit the neighborhood.

Don’t know what took us so long though — sidewalk sunbathing has been the pastime of choice elsewhere in town for hella seasons already.

Or maybe she’s just gearing up early for the Dolores Park closure.

Armand from Mission Local seems to be on assignment on the Indian subcontinent somewheres, and he’s got this gem of a photograph (and a boatload more) to prove it.

Dr. Sameer, we salute you (and your facial hair).

Armand, keep up the good work (and say hi to your facial hair for us).

P.S. I’ve heard of some bullshit degrees in my time, but at least nobody else is actually calling it a B.U.M.S., amirite?

Previously:

Becca in India: Single-Speed Bike Loom

San Francisco newcomer Alexia Tsotsis observes that there’s nothing so incongruous as a hipster at a Costco. SF rules!! Link.

Many Machines identifies this find by local blogger S. Pigeon as a rope swing atop Billy Goat Hill in the outer reaches of Da Noe. (Or is it Lower DH?)

Anyway, who wants to run up there and risk grim death with me? Link.