Mission Mission

(photo by packlercat)

Despite technically having nothing to do with the Mission, this video has everything to do with the Mission.

(link | hip tip Macaframa)

Literally.

Jeff over at Spots Unknown was able to peep the remodeling.  Maybe higher ceilings will help make the place less of a clambake?

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I have no idea what the article is about because I don’t have the requisite patience to read a 6 page article / 1,466 words*, but Mission Loc@l has a pretty epic picture of Cafe Gratitude being all culty.

* From NeoOffice via copy and paste

Previously on Mission Mission:

• Cafe Gratitude is a Cult

Since when does the Mission have lines?

When I walked by this scene Saturday night, I saw so many popped collars I figured that Kelly Clarkson was throwing a a last-minute show and the promoters were giving out free lines of blow with complementary subscriptions to the Wall St. Journal.  Turns out it was just world night with a cover charge.

I couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that the homepage for The Blue Macaw was “Suspected Malware.”  Places like this have certainly had the collateral effect of ruining once-awesome neighboring spots.  Doc’s Clock, previously awesome via shuffleboard, $2 Olympia, Connect Four, and support of dogs, is now frat-house overflow.  Latin America Club is inundated with girls in heals that clearly cannot handle a pint full of tequila.

Getting past the security warning, the about section (written in Comic Sans) tells the story:

Smart, exotic with a bit of the flamboyant thrown in. That’s the ambience at the Blue Macaw, soon to be San Francisco’s most stylishly urbane night club. If you want to see or be seen, or mingle, experience the DJ parties Saturday nights and take in the diverse shows the rest of the week.

This Yelp reviewer nails it:

It’s sad that this was the heir to the 12 Galaxies’ legacy.  In this Bizarro landscape,  world music is the new noise rock.  Mojitos are the new Fernet & Pabst.  The North Face polar fleece is the new hoodie.  Take your faux-deco and drive it back to Concord.

American Apparel was the wrong fight.

… but, unfortunately, no one showed up.

Meli over at Bikes in the City brings us the party analysis.

This is why I love this neighborhood: On a totally average Monday night you can stumble out of a bar (after a few rounds of ginger beer, some peanuts, some gin rummy and some Shellac Shack) to find astounding acrobatic feats taking place on the sidewalk outside.

This guy does a helluva backflip. Just look at the wind-up.

This past weekend was Bender’s 6th anniversary, so team Mission Mission was there in force feasting on buffalo girls, guzzling Tecates and club sodas, and awkwardly dancing to soul music.  Then we spotted the most epic couple breaking it down all over the floor.

Energy 92.7 is going tween.  A damn shame.

When news of the station’s transfer of ownership dropped over a week ago, the Examiner nailed it:

Listening to the station is almost like being in a club with their cool DJs and interesting show segments. From the Clubbers Commute to the Mix at 6, one always feels their on the cutting edge of dance music. This is further enhanced by the station’s great partnership with its advertisers who cater to the station’s demographic. So any time while driving around town, you feel as if you’re in a cool club like Infusion Lounge or Wunderland instead of really just on your way to the video store. True though at some point when listening to songs in heavy rotation you’re minding you’re not dancing the night away, but trapped at a stop light in your beat up Jetta.

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Happening at the 24th St. BART now.