Mission Mission

Or maybe my pal Nattles doesn’t know how to use a fork?

That’s right, can you believe it’s been a full two years since the Galley first changed the face of Clooney’s forever? Help ‘em celebrate the milestone this Friday:

In celebration of two tip-top years in the at kitchen at Clooney’s Pub, The Galley is throwing a party!  On Friday, March 1st, we’ll will be serving up Galley favorites, including our famous French Onion Sandwiches (portable versions of the soup), and Pickled Pepper Eggs.  The food doesn’t stop there: we’ll also have Navajo Tacos and more from Rocky of Rocky’s Frybread, and Guillermo from FogCutter/Dear Mom serving Fried Chicken Bao, Edamame, and other signature items.  Come help us celebrate, and bring your appetite — the Pickled Pepper Egg-eating contest (Starting at 7pm ) isn’t for the faint-of-heart.

It’ll be an epic rager for sure. (I’ve had the pleasure of partying with Chef Justin on a few occasions and I always end up wreckkkkked.)  RSVP and invite your friends!

P.S. Look at this picture of the Galley’s French onion sandwich.

[file photo by me]

Over the weekend I was taking an early morning stroll along Valencia Street when I happened upon an older white man who was knelt down in front of a trash can with a metal scraper going to work on a flyer that had been pasted onto the side. In the process of scraping the flyer off it had torn into pieces and once he was done he stood up, left the pieces on the ground and started walking back to his shiny PT Cruiser. In the past I’ve seen a few different people around the neighborhood doing this sort of this, like this guy, who Nick wrote about previously. I usually dismissed them because I felt sorry for them, as if they were so constantly bothered by flyers on trash cans and utility poles that they had to spend their time doing this. At the same time I have been annoyed that of all the things that take place around them this seemingly harmless thing would be the target of their energy. When I saw this guy go to his fancy car I couldn’t contain myself.

Me: Hey, you just gonna leave that trash on the ground?

Scraper: What?!

Me: You’re not going to pick that up?

Scraper: You see where it came from!

Me: Yeah, a trash can, and then you put it on the ground and can’t even put it in the trash?!

Scraper: (grumbles to self as he goes over to the pile of paper scraps and tosses them in the trash. Then points to garbage on the ground near his car) Why don’t you pick up that?!

Me: I’m not gonna pick up your trash.

Scraper: I didn’t put that there!

Me: Neither did I.

Scraper: (grumbles to self as he gets in his car and zips away to the next block to get out and scrape some more)

So, obviously pasting flyers and artsy things about is against the law, but so is littering. I just don’t get these people.

UPDATE: 1) I don’t know much about cars, and 2) Aaron and AttF remind me of the boringly-named film about vigilantes “Vigilante Vigilante”.

Just be careful where you stick that quiver of yours, OK Cupid?

“Sure honey, I’ll give you a ride to work, and I’ll even do all the pedaling so you don’t get that cute outfit of yours all sweaty.”

If that’s not true love, I don’t even want to know what is anymore.

Superior Automotive on 16th.

Overheard on 17th and Valencia: “he was, like, ejaculating on my furniture.” #sick

— Emily Wallace (@MissEmilyStone) February 23, 2013

The Ken Ken blog has more pics and details here. (They also say something about “Welcome to the Mission,” but I dunno, my sister’s car got similarly burgled in Hayes Valley, so.)

By Frozen Kuhsterd and Boba Guys! With Jameson-infused boba! At SoMa StrEatFood Park right now!

[via Boba Guys]

I’m not hating, I’ll be copping the same pose outside of Lee Hong tomorrow.