Mission Mission

We Be Sushi is awesome. Their sushi is reasonably priced and super tasty. Sometimes your server will even give you a personality reading with your food. Not in a rude way, in an . . . intuitive way.

The thing that always boggled me about this place is the sign out front. We Be serves beer, sake, that kind of thing, but I haven’t seen any liquid actually being mixed. And nothing in a martini glass. The plain looking sign on top suggests that the sushi is made the way that somebody’s mom made. The sign below is more specific. It’s also specifically awesome.

So, what’s the deal with the sign? It’s been a sushi restaurant for over 20 years, did they ever have a full bar? According to a server who’s worked there for a while the cocktail sign is actually original, even though they never had cocktails. At some point the sign was made special for the owner. She pointed him out behind the counter, expertly rolling sushi, and said that the mother’s face is actually his own.

At that point I kind of figured I had gotten enough of the story. Better to leave the rest to conjecture. The fact that it fits that well and is also totally out of place is part of what I love about it.

Earlier Mission Mission Mini Mystery at WBS: Curious Bathroom Art.

Jackie Sugarlumps and friends spin nothing but ’60s and ’70s ska, reggae and rocksteady, tonight at the Make-Out Room. Free.

Sorry the poster’s so small. RSVP and invite your friends here.

Those boobs (some of which were stolen recently and subsequently returned) sure are getting a lot of exposure lately. Here’s the video, by celebrated Canadian artist Dirty Beaches:

[via Altered Zones] [Thanks, Amanda!]

Previously:

Naked Lad

I was standing by the window tripping out on the view from my dentist’s office when I witnessed what is probably some kind of illegal disposal of toxic waste or something. They’re right above the Stockton Tunnel, so look out for poisonous sludge falling from above if that’s part of your commute this evening.

I was so bummed when I missed them the last time they played! I thought they’d never ever return! But all I had to do was wait two-and-a-half years.

And what’s more, they’ve reunited in order to help celebrate (and fund) the forthcoming Clueless stage adaptation!

See you guys there!

[via heyambular]

See for yourself.

Some folks decided to clean some graffiti off some Shepard Fairey street art somewhere. Fecal Face has this to say:

Can’t help but think how many people used to think what an eye sore Obey Giant was back pre Obama poster days… Lady, you’re cleaning graffiti off graffiti. It’s like taking the pianist and double bass out of a jazz trio because the drummer is famous.

Ha! Read the whole story.

From reader Sean C.:

I got bored at work today and threw together a silly site that will be completely irrelevant in a few days.  I love it.

http://www.isitsnowinginSFyet.com

I love it too. And I hope it hurries up and snows.

I understand the impulse to show up late, just in time for the headliner. Have some cheaper drinks elsewhere, avoid the sweaty masses until the last possible moment.

Problem is, you just might miss out on something great, like Ed Schrader’s Music Beat. They opened for Dan Deacon last night and the night before, and slayed both times.

Dan ruled too, but you knew Dan was gonna rule. Ed Schrader and company were a surprise — and what’s more fun than a surprise? Also, their merch (see below) was better than any of Dan’s stuff by far.

I’m serious, you guys, it’s more fun to discover a new band in person than it is to discover them in the pages of Pitchfork.

Yes, bro! You probably recognize this speedy guy from TCB Courier, our favorite bike courier service:

This is the same dude that smoked everyone by 29 minutes at the Mission Mission Alleycat in Oct ’09. Well, check out this great interview with Chas in a recent issue of Fixed Magazine.  In the article, he gets into his origins, winning races, and some of the more unusual deliveries they’ve had to make, including this one:

Someone had to pick up a custom leather order from one of the leather shops, Stormy Leather on Folsom and 5th, all the way out to the infinity tower, the brand new condo, 38th floor. You know, condos that cost multi-million dollars, and we’re delivering custom-made leather straps and things like that.

Check out the rest at MashSF.