Mission Mission

Whenever I’m with new people at Beretta and I order the margherita with burrata, I find myself having to explain burrata. I do okay, but not as good as the Cheesemonger:

Burrata means “buttered” in Italian. It’s that rich. What it really is, though, is fresh cheese at its best. At first glance, burrata resembles a ball of mozzarella. But upon further scrutiny, it’s clear that this round of cheese is softer, and indeed, when cut, has an interior that spills out, revealing soft, stringy curd and fresh cream. If you’re a lover of mozzarella, ricotta, or really anything that’s straight-up creamy, this cheese is so what you want.

Let’s get one thing clear: Burrata is not mozzarella. And burrata is not buffala mozzarella, although it’s made from buffalo milk. Burrata is its own thing entirely, and you’ll know this the second you taste it. Perhaps some of the confusion has come from its tradition, which tells of a cheesemaking process that was born from another: burrata was made in order to rescue the little scraps of mozzarella di bufala that were leftover in the cheesemaking vat.

And there’s lots more to it too. Read on.

(Thanks, Brittney!)

SFist‘s Comment of the Day today is a peach:

The other week my husband left on a flight to San Diego at the same time I boarded Muni at Duboce Park to go downtown to work. He arrived in San Diego before I arrived at Montgomery Station.

Read on for further Muni woes.

[Photo by David Lytle]

The squid one was perplexing enough, BART. What are you trying to tell us now?

[Photo by Donald Tetto]

Reader Rob T. noticed the change this morning (and took this picture and wrote the above headline).

Does this mean something’s up? Grand plans in the works? An exciting new era about to dawn?

See ‘em? I hope you saw ‘em, because, as you probably know, that was your last chance to see an American space shuttle do anything

UPDATE: See a digitally enhanced version of this photograph over on our Tumblr.

If you want to celebrate the boozy holiday known as Fat Tuesday, and still don’t know where you can go to get your fill of revelry tonight, here are some options for you to possibly check out:

• The Front Porch – Doing a straight up Louisiana style shrimp boil, Abita Beer on tap, live jazz for everyone.
• Andalu – Fat Taco Tuesday.  $1 tacos, masks and beads.
• Elbo Room – Fat Tuesday Carnival party with some killer beats and dancing
• 3300 Club – They’ll be serving Mission-style Hurricanes.  Yum.

If you’re just looking for some beads and a cold one, I’m sure you can walk into any bar and find at least one person down to share the bon temps with you. Enjoy your hangover tomorrow!

[Thanks Corntard and Internet!]

Ryan is a barrel of laughs. Poignant laughs!

You might want to check out his band too, and his awesome Kickstarter pitch.

(Thanks, Pen Pop!)

Perhaps you’ve seen them in action on one of San Francisco’s many group rides.  The ultimate in bike safety.  On the downside, he said it takes 5 minutes to turn them all on.

It’s a pretty simple concept, yet for some reason this remains one of the most bizarre promotional videos I’ve ever seen. I think our Tumblr buddy More Than Most says it best:

What the fuck?

Exactamundo. Watch it if you dare:

http://vimeo.com/20724535

[via MTM]

UPDATE: Apparently the video no longer exists. It was a promo for some kind of new Playboy show. I’m not going to try to find it.

Reader Marco suggests this alternative, and our Tumblr offers another great screenshot.

UPDATE: Jacobe found the real thing! Here it is.

I came across this love note at 19th and Valencia earlier this week, and thought to myself, “Concise, gets the message out there — could do better.” Is this really the way gentlemen are courting ladies these days?

I have some advice for our graffiti Cyrano de Bergerac: chicks love the sonnets. Here — I even started one for you to help you in your quest for Becca’s love… and other things:

My dearest Becca, without whom this wall would be blank and nothingness.  My love is as deep and permanent as this sharpie pen in which I use to shout to all, “I love thee my darling, and I’m really good at sex, so, you know, call me”

Your move, Romeo (unless anyone else can do better).