[video via Keslrrr]
As many a southern transplant knows, it’s damn near impossible to find a decent plate of rolled tacos in San Francisco. Primarily the provenance of SoCal surf shacks, those golden cylinders of high-octane awesome heaped high with cheese and guacamole are few and far between in The Mission’s culinary burritoscape.
For everyone who’s ever craved a clutch of fried taco glory, Taqueria el Buen Sabor has you covered. All of the essential components are there – crispy deep fried tacos inundated with a wanton mess of lechuga, crema, guacamole, and queso.
As a city cyclist, I count my blessings every time I go to mount up and my saddle hasn’t been stolen. Imagine my surprise today when I walked outside Atlas Cafe to unlock and found my seat had been upgraded with a snappy red rain cover! Of course, the altruistic act came with a pitch – Timbuk2‘s ninjas stealthily distributed the seat covers in support of a sale – but who can complain when a random act of kindness wards off a soggy bum? With this week’s dismal forecast we can all use an extra bit of shelter.
Although well tempered to their natural environs, Pauline’s gourmet pizza pies were annihilated within seconds of leaving the womb during their 25th anniversary free pizza party this week. A freezing frenzy of pizza predators descended upon them, and as the video shows it wasn’t a pretty sight. The staff cranked out upwards of 300 pies over 3 hours – four times the average order for a Tuesday evening. Bravo, Pauline’s!
In case you wanted to know, Maxfield’s House of Caffeine at 17th/Dolores is now your go-to place for all “analog text message” cheesecake conventions. Commenter A should have done their homework, but we’ll forgive them because the analog message boards of yesteryear regrettably don’t come with Google built-in.
So how do you feel about digital cheesecake?
See if you can spot Sexy P.
Dave Chappelle caught me slyly trying to take a picture of him while we were each eating dinner at Pakwan. He came over to the table and asked to see it. Unimpressed by my photographic aptitude, he then asked me to delete it.
As I complied with his request and stammered an apology, a single grain of rice flew from my mouth and landed on the shoulder of his black sweater. I wasn’t sure if he saw it or not, but I couldn’t take the risk, so I reached up and attempted to brush it off. Naturally, that darn stubborn kernel wasn’t going anywhere.
Chappelle noticed and said, “I don’t even mind that you just spit a piece of rice on me. Happens all the time.” He pointed out that I didn’t really need to delete the photos since he was in a public space after all, but it was cool I did and that I should come outside for a real picture after he finished his cigarette.
When I walked out, I didn’t see him anywhere and figured I’d been duped by a master. But then Mr. Chappelle emerged from a shiny black Escalade and said, “I wasn’t gonna flake on you.” As my buddy snapped a photo of us, the beleaguered superstar muttered, “People are terrible. There, I said it.”
Sorry for ruining your dinner Dave! We all love you here in the Mission! Please come back soon!
[Chappelle on 16th by jacobchills]