Mission Mission

Not cool. Andrea from Homestead sends us this:

Unfortunately, earlier this week, the Homestead bar lost one of their naked ladies. If you’ve been in the bar, there’s no way that you’ve missed out on the classy decor. These paintings are done by the artist Larry “Vincent” Garrison. The one that was stolen usually lives in the back room, which is mostly for private parties, but has been known to host a crasher or twenty. If you can put this out there, we’d really like to have her back. She is a staple of our establishment.  We do not have an exact picture of the painting that was stolen, but I send this one as an example. It’s the same lady and the same style, but she is sitting down. Thanks for any help you can offer! P.S. No questions asked.

If you see a painting of this babe in some jerk’s apartment, seize it in the name of Homestead. Sure, it will be a pretty awkward bus ride home, but Homestead and all it’s “art appreciating” patrons will thank you later.

Sorry for the second NSFW this weekend, but at least this one is for a good cause.

P.S. Does anyone have a picture of the real painting from the back room? Send it our way and we’ll add it to the post.

Update:

Here’s the painting in question along with a doppleganger. Thanks, Iris!

And then sometimes when you’re wandering around the neighborhood at night you catch a blurry glimpse of a no-handed, one-footed yeti who has my head.

(pic by Villy Wang)

Sexpigeon relocated a couple months back, and has already come to a powerful conclusion:

Whatever they tell you, New York is not a 24 hour town. Yes, there is shitball garbage open at all hours, but such is the case for any American city, for, honestly, any American suburb. And the bars stay open till 4, sure, but only the shitty ones. Your west coast two o’clock corner store rushes are a better option, honestly, for sure, yes.

Good to know! [link]

Someone left theirs outside.

This is the most safe-for-work image from the Dolores Park Orgy our pal Man Freckles witnessed last night.

He also got a cock shot and some nips. And some prologue or something.

Happy Valentine’s, everybody!

Can you guys read that? There’s a fancy sausage, a fancy beef tongue fatbread thing, a sandwich that’s basically french onion soup on a sandwich, a fancy peanut butter and jelly, and ribs. Sounds good to me, but does this mean no more $1.50 hotdog-and-beer special nobody ever got?

On the other hand, now maybe Clooney’s won’t be known as the worst place in town to take a first date.

Oh and they’re serving all day every day, 11am-10pm or so.

SF Weekly has the full story of the Clooney’s kitchen makeover and the dudes running the place here. [via Eater SF]

We Built This City brings us this fresh Ribity at Mission & Richland:

(Any explanation for the x-eye on the left Ribity?)

Bike lanes on 17th Street? It’s good news any way you squeeze it. But if we’re cutting to the chase, here’s the deal: The part of 17th Street up by the 500 Club looks like the above, while the part down by the Uptown still looks like the below:

I’m not complaining. I’ll take what I can get.

Cranky Old Mission Guy posted these terrific BART anniversary tickets. They really stepped it up with the 1992 Back to the Future-inspired design. Has anyone seen 2002′s? Also let’s not forget that the 2012 anniversary tickets are right around the corner, if we survive the meteor.

http://twitter.com/palstakeaway/status/36135452574490625

Time for lunch!