Mission Mission

I’ve never had the patience to stand in line on a Saturday morning at Boogaloos, but I’ve always heard good things, and it makes me regret my inability to stand in one place for more than 10 minutes.  So now it looks like I have an actual “you mean I don’t have to wait for 45 minutes?!” reason to check out this spot – graffEATS Guerrilla Dinning has moved on from The Corner and will set up shop for 4 nights only, starting tonight.  Check it:

The menu will be similar at all three dinners, with a few changes. We’re sticking to the soulful food and soulful beats theme, but with more soul this time, of course. My buddy, Jesse Durocher, from the “the Laundry” and Campton Place will be back with me in the kitchen again.

We will be taking walk-ins, but why not seal the deal with a reservation. Reservations can be made by simply emailing us.

Limited time only, so get on it.

[Photo by Bertrandom]

Previously:

Boogaloos mobbed by noon on a Friday

Boogaloos: new menu means new prices

 

Despite how brown it is now, we all know the Mission used to be Irish, so it’s only fitting that you go out tonight and drink some whiskey  – or green something — in honor of our neighborhood heritage (because you never drink whiskey — or green something — otherwise, right?).

Here are some places you can find said whiskey on the cheap, as well as some themed specials and maybe some good ole fashioned hooliganry:

Shotwells – serving corned beef sandwiches and no green beer.

The Phoenix - the self proclaimed “hippest Irish bar in the Mission” has  Smithwicks, Harp and Guinness on tap, and will probably have some appetizer specials.  drink up.

Another Monkey – Cheap drink specials including $4 Jameson shots.  Whiskey at a Thai place?  It’s true, and there is lots of it.

My  advice?  Follow the people wearing green and falling over at around 7pm to find the best specials in the neighborhood.  They usually know whats up.

Stay hydrated out there, and call a cab to get home (cause they’re free tonight!).  Erin Go Bragh, bro.

This is what the little game monitor at the bar at Delirium said to me while I was waiting for some tequila. Not sure what it means, but the fireworks suggests that it was pleased with itself and probably thought it shut me up.

Well, who’s exploding now, jeark?

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.

Poor little guy didn’t stand a chance against that truck. Now he’s a glorified hood ornament/fender cushion cruising around the Mission.   Maybe he’s lucky for not being made into shark fin soup? Or the newest oddity at Paxton Gate?

Jack reports:

A police chase just ended outside my window. The truck… smashed in to the toyota and the dude took off running. He hopped a fence into parque ninos unidos. Cops everywhere. For a while there were police on the rooftop next to the park with what looked like assault rifles.

I later saw a handcuffed guy being taken away in an ambulance, so I guess they caught the driver…

Cops on the roof with rifles! More pics after the jump. Anyone know what’s up? Was this guy an international jewel thief or something?

[Thanks Jack!]

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I can’t decide whether this is the greatest thing ever or the worst, but either way I can’t stop thinking of an udder.

For better or worse . . . Handerpants.

(Thanks Ken Chino!)