Mission Mission

This polo-clad Casanova has been scheming on anything with a low neckline and short neck in the Mission.  Watch out, ladies!  Most recently spotted between 23rd and 24th on Mission.

We received a very nice note from Paawan, founder of Green Coriander, a new Indian dinner take-out service.  Paawan is offering a 20% discount to readers who mention they heard about the service on Mission Mission, so by all means, take advantage.  Some deets:

Green Coriander, LLC, is a wholesome Indian food take-out dinner service in San Francisco. All our meals are nutritionally balanced and made fresh with organic and high-quality ingredients. Order online before noon and pick up in the evening from one of its two convenient locations – Mission or SOMA.

At Green Coriander , we are focused on creating heart healthy Indian meals and offer choices that are suitable for gluten-free, vegan (no, we do not use ghee or cream) and diabetic diets (we offer brown rice substitution). We are committed to using organic and local produce as far as possible and cook in high quality premium oils. Menu changes every day and every week. We currently offer vegetarian/vegan meals but will add chicken or fish to the menu soon… so stay tuned.

Mission location is at 1839 15th Street. More info here.  Order up, folks.

Many Machines sometimes shares exchanges with the kids from 826 Valencia. Here comes one now!

Me: Is that your book about the history of pirates?

5th Grader: It’s not mine, but I was reading it.

Me: Is it good?

Read on for the answer. I really like the answer.

Previously:

826 Valencia Kids Love Obama [P.S. Why isn't this image on a shirt yet?]

Nikolas Larson sent us this amazing technicolor lion he chalked up on 20th and Valencia. Pretty bitchin’, Nikolas. Looks like all those days in detention payed off.

The Knockout, a club known for a 90′s music night that you may have heard of (and for which I hold a completely neutral opinion), is having a swell show tonight.

Opening the night will be the Sarees, an all-girl psychedelic garage group driven by a goddamned electric sitar. That’s right, while you were just talking about how you “need to get a sitar because you’re down with eastern sounds and pretty good at guitar and they’ll like basically the same thing, right?” Michele actually did it and uses it in a real awesome band. On top of that, there is a Wong (drummer Jasmyn) in the group… and you can’t go Wong with a Wong.

Afterwards, stick around the spooky fever-dream folk of Marabelle Phoenix and country stylings of Tobyn Clark while sipping a tall-boy of Tecate.

Shows starts at 9:30 and costs 6 bucks.

P.S. If you’re a girl and you really have to go to the bathroom and find yourself in the men’s room, wait for a stall… trust me on this one.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You’re mucking this up terribly. Was that chilly white just a base coat? You were looking as beautiful as a Banana Republic. Must you really dress yourself as a Tex-Mex children’s hospital? Please reconsider.

From Sexpigeon, an update on the Walgreens-in-progress on Cesar Chavez/Mission.

I must say, I agree with the criticism so far.  However! I’m feeling positive toward 2k10 and all that it may bring.  Perhaps our new Walgreens will end up looking like a pimp pastel Mondrian?

I’m always a sucker for a good intersection long exposure.  Especially when you get a ghost of a car in the frame.  But really, shit like this makes me anxious for April.  I was just laying around the park the other day, you know, the one that was sunny, and couldn’t help but feel like I was right at my summertime home.  Sure, the water in the soil soaked through my clothes, I was only offered weed once, I saw less beer than people and I couldn’t help but look at the woman buying ice cream and think “look at the balls on her” as mine climbed up into my lower abdomen for warmth.   But this park is still in the prime of its life.  All this rain and January weather has made the grass green and plentiful, geared up for a little summer-time abuse.  A midnight wheelchair race down the hill.  Irrate neighbors.  Police issuing citations.  DJs all day Saturday.  Jedi warriors standing up for justice.

Bring it on, 2010.

(photo by tkamenick)

(photo by Grim Reynard)

Black Bean and Cheese Quesadillas: a new menu item

I got news of the Weird Fish Satellite leaving Bender’s a week ago and all I could do was stuff with my face with even more seitan.  Some sort of denial.  Couldn’t even bring myself to post about it here.  Dramatic?  Maybe.  But I’ve basically been eating at this counter two to three times per week for the past year and a half–ever since Gestalt started falling apart–and I always felt like this little menu in an unapologetic dive represented everything that was wonderful about the Mission and San Francisco in general.  It always seemed like that ordering some of the best goddamn vegan food in the city from a guy that looked like he would punch your grandmother just to say he did so was an “only in San Francisco” experience.  The food was out of this world, you could almost always find a table, the beer was served in cans, pints, and pitchers, and you could even sit outside if your skin was up to it.

And then there were the fried pickles.

Obviously this isn’t all doom and gloom.  Justin, the man behind the grill, has enough chops to make sure whatever menu he eventually lands on is as epic as possible.  For the meat eaters, the burgers are still around, and from what I hear the quality hasn’t changed.  The new black bean quesadillas are definitely solid and nothing beats a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich.   But, at the end of the day, that deep-fried seitan was the jam, something that you just couldn’t get in any bar, grill, or city, and it’s gunna be missed.

Aw HELL NO!  2010, I’ve grown awfully fond of you, but you’re messing with my foodstuffs already and it’s only day 6.  Two items:

Item #1: The unveiling of Rosamunde: Mission District has been pushed from January 11th to a January 15th soft launch and a January 18th grand opening.  Sausage, soft, launch… these jokes write themselves, people.  Let’s just hope this story has a happy ending, hyuk hyuk hyuk. [SFoodie]

Item #2: The fine folks of Weird Fish have officially moved their asses out of Bender’s.  Burgers and fried things are to be replaced with sausages, sandwiches, potatoes.  Just when I thought I’d left the Eastern bloc behind me!  I eagerly await KevMo commentary on this critical update.  [Eater SF]

P.S. The title is a haiku.  Count ‘em syllables, I dare you.