Mission Mission

Even though the general consensus seems to be in favor of bringing meals into bars to enjoy, sometimes it’s too crowded inside to make that a viable option. Nonetheless, that doesn’t mean you have to settle for burrito breath before heading inside either (especially if you’re entering the Make Out Room)! Proper oral hygiene is essential anywhere.

For some colorful commentary on Valencia Gardens, try this comment thread.

[via The SF Style]

Local journalism student Emily has beef with the fashion police:

Dear San Francisco Footwear Elitists,

Yesterday, in a blatant act of defiance, I did the unthinkable: I wore flip flops outside of my house. I wasn’t going to the beach, I wasn’t even going to the park, I just didn’t give a fuck.

I rode Muni, I walked around, I lounged at a cafe in Hayes Valley, all while letting my feet enjoy the Indian Summer weather. And believe me, they loved it. They missed their soft brown leather Rainbow flip-flops. Meanwhile, my friends were in their usual footwear, Doc Martens and ridiculous Jeffrey Campbell heels. Yeah, no thanks, I already have a low tolerance for heat so I will spare my feet from the discomfort.

I’m from San Diego and as a result I essentially spent the first eighteen years of my life in flip-flops and jean shorts sitting on the beach. I knew early on that this habit would not be welcomed in my new home for obvious climate-related reasons, but I quickly learned that that was not the only restriction.

Read on.

[Photo by Carina's mom]

Plan ahead! (You can go to that URL or just pick up a shirt at the bar.)

SF Gate was on the scene for their San Francisco debut:

Kelvin Quinnine has shivered through more San Francisco nights than he can count, fog biting through whatever worn-out sleeping bag he pitched onto the sidewalk.

He stood last week on Ellis Street with his latest bag wrapped around him. When a young woman wearing a bizarrely baggy coat walked up to him, he cocked his gray-bearded head sideways.

“It’s a coat for the homeless that turns into a sleeping bag at night,” 22-year-old Veronika Scott said brightly. She held an edge out to him. Quinnine pinched it.

Read on.

(Thanks, Colleen!)

[Photo by Noah Berger / SF Chronicle]

[via Vic]

(Thanks, Shannon!)

Thanks, Erin and Jack!

This is Jeff Seal btw. He dresses well, he hops trains, he hangs out with Reggie Watts, he acts — and he’s doing standup tonight at Club Deluxe in the Haight around 9PM. I think it’s free, but they don’t do pizza on Mondays

P.S. Another thing Jeff does is urinates on the sides of party buses full of people:

Busted!

Come to his show!

Remember Beautiful Swear Words? Fucktard. Vajayjay. FUUUUUUUUUCK. All your favorite curses illustrated by hand. We saw the T-shirt potential and the call has been answered.

Each shirt will be available for one week. The first? “SHIIIT“.

A note to our young readers: you probably can’t wear these at school. Once my friend Cameron wore his “Green Day: Dookie” T-shirt and our science teacher sent him to the principals office! He said the shirt was “drug related”. Whatever, old dude.