Mission Mission

Merry Christmas to Philz!

The priciest cup in the Mission just got pricier. Starting January 1st, a cup will set you back 25 more cents, while a pound will cost an extra buck. Hey, they’ve got to offset the cost of the cocaine they sprinkle into each scoop somehow.

Jacob Jaber invites you to email him directly if you have questions or concerns at jacobjaber at philzcoffee dot com where you will likely get the autoreply of, ”It’s the economy, guys.”

Head over to anthonybrown’s Flickr for the scoop.

Too late for this season, but Dore Studio will totally spice up your Christmas greetings next year.

David Prowler walked along 16th Street between Mission and Market identifying different fonts (or should I say typefaces) of business names and other signs with an app on his iPhone.

Mission Dolores Church is identified as Minimala-Medium Italic, for example.

Check it out. (found at Curbed SF)

If you were in high school band, you know that a “Coda” refers to the musical passage that brings a song to it’s conclusion. Now it looks like the Mission jazz venue Coda Supper Club will come to it’s own conclusion on January 1st, unless they get some miraculous financial help.

There were some truly epic moments there, including the night Stevie Wonder sat in with the band in September of last year and the Nico tribute show, featuring Liz Phair. One thing about Coda that I appreciated over Yoshi’s (which receives city tax subsidies to stay afloat, by the way) is that they predominantly featured local musicians.

Local venue closings are always a bummer. Drop them a line if you’re an angel investor willing to help, or stop by in the next couple of weeks to enjoy the club before it’s gone.

We spotted these multi-colored yarn hearts on the chain link fence at 23rd and Valencia while shilling Sex Pigeon T-Shirts Sunday. In a way, this sensitive street artist has more balls than Banksy, since wrapping all that yarn must have taken at least 25 minutes of hard labor. Spray paint and stencils? 10 minutes. Tops.

There I said it, Banksy. Crochet a giant rat into a chain link fence and maybe I’ll change my mind.

P.S. Does anyone still want those shirts by the way? We can drag them out to that same intersection when the weather’s good. Just don’t look at us like we’re the scum of the earth when you walk by like 90% of the people on Sunday did, ok?

Arizmendi proudly demonstrates DARPA‘s latest in K-9 repelling technology.

The pear pizza pie they had on Sunday kicked ass, by the way.

Our pals at Mission Bicycle have teamed with Rickshaw Bagworks (makers of the Beerdolero) to launch their own custom messenger bag program that appeals to you, Mission boy/girl/other! You see, these bags, in addition to full color options, also offer intersection options. Pick your Mission intersection and it gets sewn on the bag. Go ahead, try to stump them with Lapidge and 19th.

These are also a bit more pimped out than your standard Zero Rickshaw bag, with added umbrella lining for waterproofiness. They also added buckles to the bag for you competitive overstuffers, as well as the extras of a stabilizing cross strap, pen holder, inside zippered pocket, card holder, etc.

They go for $89 and 99 (medium/large), but tonight they are 10% as part of the Mission Block Party.

Chow posted a very long article on Mission Chinese Food.

One point of interest for me was that it describes the fate of the beloved Chinito. My mom’s theory, being a Chinese restaurant owner herself, was: “It was probably just a pain in the ass to make.” However, it turns out the “Chinese Donut” element of the dish had to be purchased in the morning in Chinatown and they just didn’t feel right about serving it after it had been sitting out all day.

Read all about the chefs, their spicy-as-fuck food, their weird relationship with Lung Shan, and more over at Chow.

Update:

Oh hey, Chow also has the recipe for Chef Bowien’s Explosive Chicken Wings. They claim it’s better than it’s inspiration, from Chinatown Szechuan joint Z & Y. A bold claim!

Why is the Flax guy always trying to take down the Valencia Travelodge?

Have you ever experienced jury duty in San Francisco?  Sarah from Mission Cheese tried it out last week and barely came away with her sanity intact:

Tuesday, as the visions of lollipops & rainbows fade into the distance, I walk through 4 consecutive blocks of puke-scented sidewalk (really, how can it last for that many blocks?!?) to arrive at the San Francisco Hall of Justice at 850 Bryant, to wait . . . Hours later I fill out an 8 page questionnaire & am told to return the following day at 10 am.

[On Wednesday] We are called back into the courtroom for yet another roll-call, and another 15 jurors are excused by the council. (ahhhhhhh!) Then, get this, we are told that due to some legal matters that have arisen, we are going to have to come back on Monday at 9 am to START the jury selection process.

See how this Larry David-esque legal drama unfolds (and how it threatened the future of Valencia’s first boutique cheese shop) here.

BTW, who else can’t wait for Mission Cheese to finally open?

[Photo by Refracted Moments]