Mission Mission

Or is it a Contopus?  Either way, he actually looks kind of cute from this angle, where it looks like he’s minding his own business instead of trying to devour your face:

Keep it civil, y’all!

SF Gate reports:

An Uber driver and a taxi driver collided Wednesday morning in San Francisco’s Mission District, sending the cab into a bar, authorities said.

The crash happened at 9:24 a.m.

Read on.

(Thanks, Nicky!)

Our pal Nick Pal has officially locked down the *first Wednesdays* happy hour slot at Pop’s. Good work, Nick! Here’s the deal:

Nick Pal spins short songs because life is short. Hard rock, power pop, punk and pop vinyl.

Plus the Warriors are playing the Bucks and Jay Beaman’s behind the bar. See you at Eighty-Five Song Happy Hour!

RSVP and invite your friends!

Local poet Ticklefight takes us back to, oh, 2005 or so:

Frog’s Tavern

We had dinner at Frog’s last night. The burgers are always great. Toasted sesame buns, the way I like it.

Randy was working, so we got the hookup. Zucchini stick appetizers, oh yeah.

A few hottie nurses walked in just as happy hour was ending so we stuck around for a coupla more Miller Lites.

Took the 26 home but don’t remember much.

Burgers were 2-for-1 at happy hour I think. But it wasn’t really called Frog’s. Poetic license I think.

Man the 26 was fun.

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Local commuter David Enos tells us about a little Muni mishap:

“Hello? Are you on your way home yet? Where are you?”

“My train…it went the wrong way.  Can you pick me up? I’m lost.”

“Where are you?”

“Patogo.”

“Where?”

“I think it’s close to Ingleside, maybe South of City College, I don’t know.  Can you look it up on maps?”

Read on for the full story. (And be sure to bookmark David Enos and read his blog every day.)

[Photo by David Lytle]

[via Gareth]

Whoa, baby.

(Thanks, @beamercola and @mahlie!)

(Thanks, Jess!)

Police have currently blocked off Bartlett from 22nd to 24th Street.  23rd and 24th Street are also both taped off from Mission to Valencia.  Police are approaching the situation as if it’s a live bomb and have advised residents to stay inside, so be careful out there everyone.  Don’t be the guy who gets blasted because he was trying to get a cool photo.

We will update as we know more.

This incident comes right on the heels of Ariel’s encounter with the arsonist, and I really hope they’re not at all related.

UPDATE:

Mission Local reports that the bomb was thankfully yet still alarmingly a hoax device:

Police reported at 11:30 p.m. Friday that the suspicious device found at  23rd and Bartlett looked like a bomb, but turned out to be a hoax.

“It appeared to be a legitimate active device with a timer and wires,” police reported but “After rendering the device safe it was found to be a hoax device.”

No more sitting there pounding margaritas before a ferry ride to Oakland for a Burger Boogaloo or a happy hour (or sitting there pounding Fernets all afternoon when a ferry fails to turn up).

Another piece of Old SF lost to the tides of progress. (They’re gonna put in an improved ferry terminal, which will help us evacuate in the event a disaster takes out the bridges and tunnel, which is good I guess.)

The Examiner reports:

The restaurant’s landlord, the Port of San Francisco, wants Sinbad’s gone from its prime location on Pier 2 near the Ferry Building by March 21.

With its unmatched views of the Bay Bridge, Sinbad’s has been a waterfront institution in The City since the 1970s. Despite decidedly mixed reviews from diners — along with repeated warnings from the Public Health Department about food-safety issues — the restaurant is a popular cocktail destination for service-industry workers, locals and tourists.

Sinbad’s has also been a thorn in the Port’s side, documents show.

It has often been late with rent payments and has bounced checks — at one time the eatery owed the Port $220,000. Sinbad’s also has caused at least five sewage leaks into San Francisco Bay over the past six years, the most recent of which was in January, according to a Port memo.

Read on for more on the possibility (unlikely) of a reprieve.

I love you, Sinbad’s.