Mission Mission

Perhaps this bike ride, completed on Sunday by one Chris Phipps, is the reason the Giants were able to turn their luck around and take the NLCS.  Whatever voodoo may have occurred, the Giants now find themselves in the World Series again for the 2nd time in three years, even if last night’s rain prematurely put out all the mattress fires.  Oh, and if you’re wondering how he did the diagonal parts:

To get the diagonals, I stop the GPS at point A, then restart it at point B and it draws a straight line between the points.

Genius!  And that intense elevation is a great way to burn calories too!

[Photo by Chris Phipps via Zach M.]

[via Sexpigeon]

(I mean, they’re really good, but they’ve got nothing on this.)

[via Chirp]

Go Giants!

The gals from Rice Paper Scissors showed Vice TV’s Eddie Huang around a few Mission locations recently, namely Duc Loi Supermarket and and Sun Fat Seafood.

He ranted a bit about the state of Asian food appreciation in the United States, then they grilled a bunch of shelled and tentacled creatures on the street while sitting in their signature plastic red stools. The food wasn’t served up with one of RPS’s controversial $4 artisanal smoothie shots, but rather with a Tecate topped off with a ring of Sriracha around it’s mouth. How’s that for fusion cuisine?

Check out the video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLSf6rpLfvs

It’s cool to see the presence of Mission Asian businesses getting a nod. Which, in my opinion, is an often overlooked aspect of the ‘hood.

Eddie, says the next episode is about burritos, so stay tuned.

He better hope that Ed Hardy doesn’t find out…

Got a note from a publicist:

[I]n honor of Todd Selby’s Edible Selby book, the Bar Tartine crew is hosting a fun bunch of guest chefs (Danny Bowein, Ignacio Mattos, and Russell Moore of Camino) at the restaurant to make sandwiches on Monday, 11 – 3. It’s open to everyone, and the chefs will be hanging out all day, copies of Edible Selby will be for sale. I wish I had more specific menu info for you, but knowing these guys, sandwich offerings should be diverse and playful…

Where: Bar Tartine

Date: Monday, October 22

Time: 11:00am – 3:00pm

Address: 561 Valencia Street San Francisco, CA 94110

The event is open to the public — sandwiches will be sold individually or guest can pay $60 to for a guest chef sandwich, Edible Selby book and Selby-designed tote bag.

I don’t know anything about books, but I love me a playful sandwich

[Image via the Selby]

Caesar is gone. Here is an excerpt of the statement from his pal Eric published here last week:

Caesar was a family member to everyone who worked at Serpentine, and a friend to dozens of other cooks and restaurant workers in the City. Serpentine ran, because of Caesar.

He came to the United States 6 years ago, in hopes of providing a better life for his family back in the Yucatan. He worked numerous jobs is kitchens around the City, and quickly became a legend among kitchen crews. Not only was he a selfless gentleman that would go down in flames with any kitchen crew; he also was the guy to call if you needed something. If you needed a fill in line cook, dishwasher, cleaner, whatever, Caesar was the guy to call.

As much as I hate to rain on your parade, it looks like the atmosphere is doing that for us anyway. Guess it’s time to dust off those umbrellas and rain boots. Winter is coming.

Also, what happens to baseball when it rains?

This recently discovered tagger, apparently going by A-Hole, appears to be posing quite the interesting challenge to our collective moral judgement. This simple statement, straight and to the point, gilded even, is all at once a pure proclamation of existence (a caveman’s hand on the cave wall), an exclamation of artistic relevance (applied with an assumption of importance, that is without permission, and to a highly trafficked area) and finally a rebuke and rejection of the original motivations for its very existence. The A inside the circle being a clear representation of an “A Hole”, standing in for @$$#ø¬∑ which stands in for “ass hole”, builds an inherent impenetrable wall against any outside criticism. You don’t appreciate this? Well it’s too late to sound off, the artist has already made judgement on him or herself! Your opinion is inert.

Well done, asshole.