Mission Mission

Although the Mission seems to be rife with stolen bike news, sometimes the neighborhood’s cycle thieves aren’t always on their A game, as MM’s own Erika found out last night:

Locked bike, went to dinner. Left keys IN THE BIKE LOCK. 2 hours later, bike not stolen. Miracle on 16th Street.

Maybe they thought it was a sting operation?  Although I’ve never done this exactly, one time back when I had a car in the city I left it parked on the Panhandle for a whole week (when you find a parking spot, you DO NOT move it until street sweeping forces you to) with the passenger window wide open.  Miraculously, nothing was disturbed, save for a few twigs and leaves on the seat.

[Photo by unaesthetic]

Although there still seems to be plenty of disagreement over whether it’s cool to eat food in bars, one place where you will not run into that dilemma is at the Blind Cat on 24th and Treat, home of the chilaquile bloody marys Mondays.  To help reinforce that fact, our pal Tom is posting up outside the door in the evenings to offer you some of the most delicious drunk food you can find.

Starting this past weekend, the Eagle Dogs cart is around most nights of the week (Monday-Saturday) from 6pm-midnight and features your basic no-nonsense, scrumptious, California beef hot dogs with heaping mountains of grilled (on pineapple) onions  and a fetching assortment of condiments to balance it all out.  Just what you need to sustain yourself for the inevitable whiskey binge that will be happening later that night.

Stay up to date on all the rock & roll hotdog news on his Twitter and Facebook page!

Viral locksmith marketing hits the streets! Although this one’s location has slipped my mind, there’s another at 19th and Guerrero.

I wonder how one might actually embed something like this into the asphalt?

What’s the best way to heat up a bunch of tortillas in a short amount of time? Putting them on a baking sheet in the oven just seems wrong. One by one on the stove-top burner secures the optimal texture but is time consuming and requires constant babysitting.

The best we’ve been able to come up is the tortilla flower. The best part is you can flip it all at once!

I was going to call this the raddest junkyard in the city, but then I realized it might be the only junkyard in the city.  Whatever, it’s still rad as hell to rush by on a train:

When the city is done with you and finally ready to spit you out, this is where you inevitably end up.  If you’re the Brave Little Toaster, that is.  There’s probably also something poignant to say about human waste, but I’ll leave that to the poets in the comments.

The whole set after the jump.

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Even though it might not seem like your bicycle has a kickstand, the knowledgeable folks at Mission Bicycle were kind enough to let everyone in on this sparsely-used feature:

Using your crank arms and a curb, you can keep your bike standing tall. So rather than risk dings or scratches from posts and trees, try this clever technique. Your bike will remain pristine and your manipulation of gravity will be undeniable.

Read on.

Previously:

Locking up through the rear triangle

A big window, with a plethora of bottles glistening in the sunshine. The folks at the corner of 20th and Valencia have got the right idea. Kinda makes me want to start day-drinking RIGHT NOW.

Also, if there’s ever a riot on Valencia, you know where to find me.

There must be something absolutely alluring about this particular trash can at 15th and Valencia that makes it the detritus destination of choice for passerby despite the stark emptiness of its cohorts across the street.  Luckily, we were hipped to its widely regarded esteem when we noticed the gentleman walking ahead of us finish his coffee and, noting the fullness of the receptacle, nonetheless elected to toss his finished cup at the base of this bin rather than hold on for an extra 10 seconds and deposit it in the empty one across the street.

Surely there must be something magical about this garbage can that compels pedestrians to favor it over others even when at maximum capacity?  Unfortunately, an exhaustive search revealed no unicorns or leprechauns.

We did find an empty box of Lucky Charms, however.

Previously:

It takes a crane

All this talk about the best burrito in the city seems to have whet the appetite of more than a few folks, including our pal Emily who had some friends visiting and used the opportunity to engage in a blind burrito taste test to systematically decide on the best vegetarian burrito in the Mission (because we all know the best vegetarian burrito in the city has already been crowned).  Sounds like a rad way to spend a sunny day in the park!  Check out the results (including a winner with which we’re quite comfortable) and astute methodology here.

And if you ever happen to get tired of the Mission (I know, blasphemy), Emily’s blog, Butter Date, offers another nice look into hanging out in Oakland should you ever feel the need to traverse across the bay.  Go forth and conquer!

Our pal Andy was shooting on Mission down towards the SOMA and caught this priceless “only in San Francisco” moment.  Take the Nesquik bunny’s advice: when confronted by an intense gentleman wearing a red, white, and blue “HE ONLY LOVE YOU JESUS” shirt shouting profusely about how only the aforementioned son of man can save us from terrorists, make like Lady Gaga and just dance.

Link.

Previously:

Women Dancing on the Women’s Building

Cat Party at Bender’s