Mission Mission

Take a break from grovelling about your busted brackets by belting out some tunes tonight at everyone’s favorite karaoke dance party, which is now every 2nd and 4th Monday at the Makeout Room!  Also, I’m trying to exercise some demons by singing that Gotye song that everyone’s been talking about lately since it has spent all last week HAUNTING THE FUCK out of me.  If you could be so kind as to leave that one for me, I’ll buy ya a drink!

RSVP and invite your friends here!

[Image via The Bold Italic]

Previously:

• The latest DJ Purple interview
• The original DJ Purple interview!

Well, perhaps they’ll serve it again at some point.  But at any rate, despite the consistently transcendent deliciousness of Arizmendi pizza, the only thing preventing it from attaining “best pizza in SF” status is the lack of tomato sauce.  Perhaps I’m going overboard here, but I’ve come to realize lately that my favorite component of a good slice is the tangy sauce (which is why Escape from New York has gained traction on my list recently–did they change their sauce recipe in the last year?  It’s damn good now!).

Over at Arizmendi they’ve perfected the chewy yet firm consistency of the crust and have excelled at complementing pungent mixtures of cheese with fresh and sometimes whimsical toppings, but I have longed to taste that potent combination in conjunction with some zesty tomato sauce since the day they opened.  I’ve even gone so far as to straight-up call my cousin Nushin a liar when she claimed that she had eaten a saucy Arizmendi pizza in the past.

So you can understand my jubilation upon finding out that yesterday’s pizza contained this compelling ingredient.  Sadly however, I don’t work in the city anymore so I didn’t get to try it.  Did any of you get a chance to check it out?  Was it THE GREATEST PIZZA YOU HAVE EVER HAD???  That lady in the picture seems to think so.

[Photo by Helen]

Previously:

• Arizmendi Opens For Realz
• Arizmendi Is Done
• Best Arizmendi pizza I’ve had in a while

Possibly the raddest mom ever.

Previously:

• Rollerblade to work day
• Rollerblade Football

Right back where we started from. Well, except for those people from the Midwest. But seriously, it’s time to stop hating on them. It’s not their fault they weren’t born next to a beach.

If anything, blame plate tectonics or something.

Not quite as catchy as a Liger, but these American automobile companies have been kind of desperate lately so I suppose you have to at least give them credit for trying to resuscitate the luxury SUV market.

Looks like they’re going for a retro look this time.

Seriously though, imagine what it would be like if MUNI had onboard bathrooms?  How much would I have to pay you to go in one?

Michelle C. reveals the method behind the madness:

we took picklebacks to level 2… cut the pickle in half, carve the pickle guts out, pour jameson into your very own personal handcrafted “pickle shot glass” and then take the shot, followed by consumption of the pickle.

I’m totally gonna try this tonight!

Previously:

• Broke-Ass Stuart’s version of the pickleback will contain locally sourced artisanal pickle juice

That’s how that song goes, right?  I hope these were put to appropriate use to do some serious work!

Calling all unemployed English majors! There are jobs waiting for you in the dynamic world of signage proof reading!

This is why we can’t have nice things. And by nice things, I mean nice weather (see yesterday). I don’t know if our fragile neighborhood can withstand any more earth-shaking developments, but I totally prefer this to tornadoes that eviscerate entire towns.