Damn! I was going to get this plate. Well, I guess the one with a wolf silhouette is still available… but it’s just not the same.
(snapped on the way up to Bernal Hill)
Damn! I was going to get this plate. Well, I guess the one with a wolf silhouette is still available… but it’s just not the same.
(snapped on the way up to Bernal Hill)
Rad Walklet! Thanks, Rebar! (But what happened to the big-ass marimba?)
Happy birthday, Plumpy! (Our old pal Plumpy saw M.F. Ringwald yesterday):
So remember when Jane Lynch ate at Delfina Pizzeria a few weeks ago? Well, today Molly Fucking Ringwald was there. Awesome. I was eating with my friend who works there (it’s my birthday, so yes, I totally made my friend eat at her own work) and she confirmed it with the other employees. I didn’t get a photo because I’m not trying to be a creepster, though. So maybe this isn’t solid enough to go on the blog.
Au contraire, mon frere!
Previously:
The Babies are going to be big, you guys. They’re from New York, they’re cute, their music rules, they have a song called “Breakin’ the Law,” and they sing into dirty laundry instead of microphones. I went to Sacramento last night and saw them play in somebody’s garage and it was awesome.
Tonight they’re playing a house show in Oakland, and tomorrow they’re playing at Li Po. This will be like seeing LCD Soundsystem open for !!! at the Independent before anyone had ever heard of them. Now’s your chance!
Plus, look how rad their west coast tour shirt is:
Go see the Babies!
It’s come to my attention that not everyone in the neighborhood is aware that Beretta‘s margherita with burrata is the best thing in the world. In fact, twice yesterday I heard, “What’s burrata?”
Burrata is a fresh Italian cheese, made from mozzarella and cream. The outer shell is solid mozzarella while the inside contains both mozzarella and cream, giving it an unusual, soft texture. It is usually served fresh, at room temperature. The name “burrata” means “buttered” in Italian.
Damn! So you take that, top it with basil, put it on some perfect tomato sauce and a physics-defying crust, and you have the best thing in the world. Just look at it!
If you haven’t had one, go get one.
P.S. The fava bruschette is back!
Burrata definition by Wikipedia.
Previously:
On a nondescript Sunday at the 500 Club, one particular karaoke crooner’s artful rendition of a George Michael song managed to attract the attention of members of both sexes, so much so that they each posted competing Missed Connections vying for his affection.
He must be doing something right! Team Vag fired the first salvo:
500 Club karaoke – boy in the striped shirt – w4m (mission district)
i liked the way you sang george michael.
i was with my roommate and we split really fast when we realized we were running late to a show.
wish i would have talked to you.
i was the one in the white dress.
p.s. i’ve never posted here before. yikes.
Sensing that the opportunity was slipping way, Team Penis finally got on the board later that night:
Singing George Michael at 500 club on Sunday – m4m – 25 (mission district)
You were singing George Michael at 500 club on Sunday. I’m shy and wearing a green sweater — which is why I didn’t say hi. Email me if you want to grab a drink at 500 club sometime.
No need to fight! I’m sure there’s plenty of him to go around. And I wouldn’t have said hi either if I was wearing a green sweater. The point is that I think it’s safe to say that striped shirts are back (though neither poster specifies vertical or horizontal–this is important, people!).
Stay tuned for more hyper-hyper-hyper-local news!
[Photo (probably not of boy in question) by Scott Annechino, karaoke photographer extraordinaire]
Local band Monarchs (couldn’t find their website) apparently hired some day laborers to star in their music video filmed on Bernal Hill. I think I’ll just leave it at that.
From the director Joseph T.:
This a video of a day laborer rock band performing on the top of Bernal Hill. Thought you might find it interesting. I think the guys hang out in some of the labor camps around the Bayshore Uhaul station: