Fun in Dolores Park

[via Rain and Lizzy]

Local bar Elixir the latest victim in taxi-Uber feud

Keep it civil, y’all!

SF Gate reports:

An Uber driver and a taxi driver collided Wednesday morning in San Francisco’s Mission District, sending the cab into a bar, authorities said.

The crash happened at 9:24 a.m.

Read on.

(Thanks, Nicky!)

Eighty-Five Song Happy Hour with DJ Nick Pal, tonight at Pop’s!

Our pal Nick Pal has officially locked down the *first Wednesdays* happy hour slot at Pop’s. Good work, Nick! Here’s the deal:

Nick Pal spins short songs because life is short. Hard rock, power pop, punk and pop vinyl.

Plus the Warriors are playing the Bucks and Jay Beaman’s behind the bar. See you at Eighty-Five Song Happy Hour!

RSVP and invite your friends!

Flashback to a different time on Valencia Street

Local poet Ticklefight takes us back to, oh, 2005 or so:

Frog’s Tavern

We had dinner at Frog’s last night. The burgers are always great. Toasted sesame buns, the way I like it.

Randy was working, so we got the hookup. Zucchini stick appetizers, oh yeah.

A few hottie nurses walked in just as happy hour was ending so we stuck around for a coupla more Miller Lites.

Took the 26 home but don’t remember much.

Burgers were 2-for-1 at happy hour I think. But it wasn’t really called Frog’s. Poetic license I think.

Man the 26 was fun.

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When your Muni train takes a detour and ends up at Patogo Station

Local commuter David Enos tells us about a little Muni mishap:

“Hello? Are you on your way home yet? Where are you?”

“My train…it went the wrong way.  Can you pick me up? I’m lost.”

“Where are you?”

“Patogo.”

“Where?”

“I think it’s close to Ingleside, maybe South of City College, I don’t know.  Can you look it up on maps?”

Read on for the full story. (And be sure to bookmark David Enos and read his blog every day.)

[Photo by David Lytle]

Check out this gorgeous rainbow over the Mission

[via Gareth]

Trippy animated GIF of this lightning storm over SF

Whoa, baby.

(Thanks, @beamercola and @mahlie!)

Holy cow, look at the sky

(Thanks, Jess!)

Sinbad’s to close forever in less than a month

No more sitting there pounding margaritas before a ferry ride to Oakland for a Burger Boogaloo or a happy hour (or sitting there pounding Fernets all afternoon when a ferry fails to turn up).

Another piece of Old SF lost to the tides of progress. (They’re gonna put in an improved ferry terminal, which will help us evacuate in the event a disaster takes out the bridges and tunnel, which is good I guess.)

The Examiner reports:

The restaurant’s landlord, the Port of San Francisco, wants Sinbad’s gone from its prime location on Pier 2 near the Ferry Building by March 21.

With its unmatched views of the Bay Bridge, Sinbad’s has been a waterfront institution in The City since the 1970s. Despite decidedly mixed reviews from diners — along with repeated warnings from the Public Health Department about food-safety issues — the restaurant is a popular cocktail destination for service-industry workers, locals and tourists.

Sinbad’s has also been a thorn in the Port’s side, documents show.

It has often been late with rent payments and has bounced checks — at one time the eatery owed the Port $220,000. Sinbad’s also has caused at least five sewage leaks into San Francisco Bay over the past six years, the most recent of which was in January, according to a Port memo.

Read on for more on the possibility (unlikely) of a reprieve.

I love you, Sinbad’s.

Watch this pretty video of Rocky Yazzie performing a song in a backyard garden

(Thanks, Adam!)

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission