Mission Mission

This just in from reader Patrick:

getting money out of the ATM at US Bank on 22nd + Mission.

detective double parks some lady in and says “it might be awhile, we got a bank robbery.” sign on the door said “temporarily closed”.

Keep an eye out for people in masks carrying large sacks with “$” printed on them.

Check out this amazing pictorial piece by Wendy MacNaughton on The Rumpus.

Can you guess the bar by the register? I’m totally jealous of this thing.

Bathroom art taken to the next dimension at the Makeout Room.  So anatomically accurate–this “MD” must be a doctor or something.

On the floor of the 22 Fillmore.

By the way, if you’re asking, you can get to The Monte Carlo for a drink in 11 minutes from 16th and Mission. But if you want to go to Monaco for some gambling, you’re on your own.

Now this is how you do a proper bicycle street race!  I wonder if our neighbors in Twin Peaks would allow us to commandeer their streets and sidewalks some afternoon so we can try to pull this off ourselves?

My favorite part is when a dog ambles into the sidewalk-sized track directly in front of the cyclist and all he can do is yell “Perro!” as quickly as possible to avoid disaster.  Yes, I realize that the use of Spanish probably means this isn’t an authentic favela, but you get the idea.  The only thing that would make this cooler would be if he did a no hand track stand at the finish line.

Link.

(Thanks Sally!)

Seen and captured by Cranky Old Mission Guy.

As many a southern transplant knows, it’s damn near impossible to find a decent plate of rolled tacos in San Francisco. Primarily the provenance of SoCal surf shacks, those golden cylinders of high-octane awesome heaped high with cheese and guacamole are few and far between in The Mission’s culinary burritoscape.

For everyone who’s ever craved a clutch of fried taco glory, Taqueria el Buen Sabor has you covered. All of the essential components are there – crispy deep fried tacos inundated with a wanton mess of lechuga, crema, guacamole, and queso.

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When Ramblas Tapas closed, I figured my days of devouring fancy churros dipped in molten chocolate on (or near) Valencia Street were over. Not so! I’ve just been informed that Regalito does the same thing, and that they do it well. I shall soon see for myself.

(Thanks, KCM!)

[Photo by Regalito]

If you like letters of the alphabet, you’re going to love the new show at Gallery Hijinks:

The Letter Collector is curated with the intention to exhibit both emerging and established artists in one massive group show based on the common love of type and script. Stemming from immensely different backgrounds, each artist creates their unique translation of a letter in the alphabet. The viewer will experience an assortment of letters expressed through a range of mediums: drawing, painting, photography, neon, wood, relief sculpture, and mixed media.

Letter party! Can’t wait!

Note that the above promo was made by Joe Lumbroso, the man behind that epic TCB Courier commercial.

Starts at 6, ends around 9. Don’t miss it out. RSVP and invite your friends here.

Also, our buddy Shae reminds us that Thursday is free-hot-dog day at the Uptown starting in an hour or so. So, let’s all go pound hot dogs for a couple hours and then head upstairs to Kitsch.