Mission Mission

Johnny0 has alerted me that Eddo of herrachinky is the Kim Peek of naming SF neighborhoods. Don’t believe me? Check out these masterpieces from his twitter:

• DUCFOP (Down Under Central Freeway Overpass)
• HayBro (Hayes Broderick)
• SLUM (South of Lower Upper Market)
• FerBu (Ferry Building)
• Castr8teenth (Castro 18th)
• MissCapCha (Mission Capp Chavez)
• CliChé (Clipper Church Chenery)

If there’s one thing worthwhile to include in the Library Of Congress, this is it.

Our pal Mo K. sends us the news:

ugh, my poor sick boyfriend was just evacuated from our flat on 18th @ valencia because of a gas main broken.

pg and e is on the case…  :\

Everybody okay?

Flickr photographer petespix75‘s photostream is a treasure trove of Muni trolleys through the ages. My favorite are these early ’80s J’s in Dolores Park (doye, the ’80s and Dolores Park are my two favorite things), but you might prefer the even older stuff after the jump: (more…)

Paolo over at the Chronicle‘s Inside Scoop last week reported that the Delfina folks (satisfied with their Pizzeria Delfinas having been at the forefront of the SF FANCY PIZZA EXPLOSION) are ready to try something new, in the Mission, in a “high-profile mystery space.”

Well, we solved the mystery. The deal is done, and it’s Ramblas, home of somewhat affordable tapas and sangria and organic pale ale, on Valencia between 16th and 17th.

Still no word on what ground-breaking new concept will replace the place [UPDATE: Carolyn points to a tweet that indicates it might be Mexican], but Ramblas’ days are numbered, as the Delfina Empire expands once again.

Anyone want to meet up for one last round of Churros & Chocolate?

Photo by John.Gordon.

Previously:

Hipster Pizza

Barcelona Ghostbusters

BREAKING: Someone Has Actually Eaten at Pizzeria

Local blogs are aflutter with this South of Chavez / SoCha thing and how it makes us all sick to our stomachs. Doye, we blew chunks about this ages ago. Instead of complaining, why not come up with something better?

Burrito Justice has already proposed La Lengua because hey, it looks like a big-ass tongue. This has been a solid choice since its inception in November, but I think brainslip is on to something with these suggestions:

ValEndcia – End of Valencia.

TriCirRoc – El Triangulo Circa Roccapulco.

NoJo (“noho”) – Area in the vicinity of gap found on San Jose Ave between 27th St and 26th St (owned by the Salvation Army) where no pedestrian or vehicular passage is permitted.

See the other 7 proposals here.

I completely agree with reader Fred regarding the greatness of the bathroom ceilings at Doc’s Clock.  They also have one of the nicest Sunday brunches in the city in Three Papayas, a Thai/Vietnamese masterpiece by ”underground superstar chef” Tawei of Yamo fame.

But they don’t have NO JUKE.

And we’re talking about one of the greatest jukeboxes in the city according to SF Appeal.  What happened?

Previously:

Doc’s Clock Really Does Have the Nicest Bathroom Ceilings

Pop-up Thai/Vietnamese Brunch at Doc’s Clock

Right?

Photo and title by reader Fred M. (Thanks, Fred!)

Previously:

Life’s a Gas in the Bathroom at Doc’s Clock

Doc’s Clock Really Does Smell Like Bathroom

Each patron refused to acknowledge the scene in the middle of the room, trying to forget it ever happened, trying to pretend everything would be okay as the piano player solemnly maintained his fugue.  What was going on here, Revolution Cafe?

My friends would seriously like to know.

Frjtz is exploring the possibilities of the new Valencia Street and all its extra space. I’ve never eaten there, and the menu, prices and ambiance don’t entice me. But actually sitting down outside without the fear of Gavin Newsom popping out from behind a safety cone and forcing me onto a one way bus trip to Santa Cruz, that sounds pretty nice. What do you think?

Construction. That’s what’s up.

First it was just a blindfolded Barbie™ top on the roof of a car. Then it got complicated.

I was walking down 17th Street and stopped when I recognized a familiar landmark. I noticed a pigeon standing on the roof, eyeing the torso with sideways glances. I was thinking about what the next level of this situation could look like when a man came out of Maverick and started speaking to me.

“Are you the owner of this car?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, we’ve been trying to figure out how to get this pigeon to skull fuck the Barbie™ for a while.”

Then he put a piece of bread on her head and we both watched and waited.

I suggested a trail, which he was already on top of. As he made the little bread path the bird got embarrassed and uncomfortable and flew away.

End of situation.