Mission Mission

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUs6F1b62UY

Since last night was Thursday night, they changed the lyric to “Everybody wants to be a star on a Thursday night.” Omg! So thoughtful!

At some point, the frontman paused to say:

I just wanna say, if you have a blog or a twitter and you wanna talk some shit about us, fuck you. I’m gonna find you and kill you.

Sooo, like I said, Smith Westerns rule!

UPDATE: Here’s an actual good video by them, and it even sort of tonally fits with the above quote…

(Thanks, Lizzy!)

Ran into him by the Puma tent. Puma shoes, Puma headband. The tattered pink suspenders are probably Puma too.

San Francisco’s own Sugar & Gold play the Antenna Farm showcase Friday night at SXSW.

It was amazing. The pineapple was chopped up and added right into the tuna salad. Why have I never heard of this before??

I got it at this place, next to the Pitchfork party:

A tipster sent us these pics of the latest addition to the ongoing collaborative mural by Public Works started by Banksy during his 2010 promotional surge through the city. This augmentation was allegedly added by none other than French pioneering stencil artist Blek Le Rat.

More pics after the jump.

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We’ve been on a quest to find the best bloody mary in the city for quite some time now.  There are plenty of contenders, with Zeitgeist, thee Parkside, and the Phonebooth coming to mind immediately.  Well, now it looks like we’ll need to make a new addition to the list, because the Bender’s bloody mary is a monster.

Spicy, sharp, and zesty, the Bender’s bloody may seem a bit pricey at $8 a pop, but it’s basically brunch in a cup.  For meat eaters, it even comes with a bonus Slim Jim in addition to the usual pickled green beans and olives!  Truly the perfect way to start a relaxing weekend.

Who makes your favorite bloody marys?

Let the haters hate. Never give up!

Reader Donald H. posted this on the official Mission Mission Facebook wall. Thanks, Donald!

Oh! Yum!

I’ve never had the patience to stand in line on a Saturday morning at Boogaloos, but I’ve always heard good things, and it makes me regret my inability to stand in one place for more than 10 minutes.  So now it looks like I have an actual “you mean I don’t have to wait for 45 minutes?!” reason to check out this spot – graffEATS Guerrilla Dinning has moved on from The Corner and will set up shop for 4 nights only, starting tonight.  Check it:

The menu will be similar at all three dinners, with a few changes. We’re sticking to the soulful food and soulful beats theme, but with more soul this time, of course. My buddy, Jesse Durocher, from the “the Laundry” and Campton Place will be back with me in the kitchen again.

We will be taking walk-ins, but why not seal the deal with a reservation. Reservations can be made by simply emailing us.

Limited time only, so get on it.

[Photo by Bertrandom]

Previously:

Boogaloos mobbed by noon on a Friday

Boogaloos: new menu means new prices

 

Despite how brown it is now, we all know the Mission used to be Irish, so it’s only fitting that you go out tonight and drink some whiskey  – or green something — in honor of our neighborhood heritage (because you never drink whiskey — or green something — otherwise, right?).

Here are some places you can find said whiskey on the cheap, as well as some themed specials and maybe some good ole fashioned hooliganry:

Shotwells – serving corned beef sandwiches and no green beer.

The Phoenix - the self proclaimed “hippest Irish bar in the Mission” has  Smithwicks, Harp and Guinness on tap, and will probably have some appetizer specials.  drink up.

Another Monkey – Cheap drink specials including $4 Jameson shots.  Whiskey at a Thai place?  It’s true, and there is lots of it.

My  advice?  Follow the people wearing green and falling over at around 7pm to find the best specials in the neighborhood.  They usually know whats up.

Stay hydrated out there, and call a cab to get home (cause they’re free tonight!).  Erin Go Bragh, bro.

This is what the little game monitor at the bar at Delirium said to me while I was waiting for some tequila. Not sure what it means, but the fireworks suggests that it was pleased with itself and probably thought it shut me up.

Well, who’s exploding now, jeark?