Mission Mission

SF Loves Waiting in Lines is a newish blog celebrating the fact that we’re all always waiting in lines for restaurants (and other things). Click through and enjoy; maybe you’ll see yourself!

But it appears they haven’t altered the facade or signage. (Maybe they’re making the Braindead Dave Story.) Anybody get a look at the interior?

[via Sarah Griff]

Our pal Doctor Popular was on the scene:

Spotted this shopping-cart-turned-tank on 16th Street yesterday and poked around the nearby restaurants until I found it’s creator. In my terrible attempt at speaking Spanish, I told him I loved his art and asked to take his picture. Although he looks a little scary holding his cardboard machine gun like a Sweded version of Rambo, he was a really happy go lucky guy.

Sweded Rambo! Good call, Doc! (Also, what a pic!) Read on for more pics and info.

Like a tequila old-fashioned, this smooth but strong cocktail is my top choice from the new West of Pecos selection. The Donal and Cacao sweeten up the tequila and take a little of the edge off, but at the end of the day it’s just a dressed up shot of Cazadores, and who could have a problem with that?

Pecos’ decision to bring the folks from Blackbird on Market over to help out with the drinks is paying delicious boozy dividends.

Sure, you could make countless trips to the dump scrounging reclaimed materials, or you could just buy the parklet in front of Fabric8 for a considerable markup, drop it in your yard, and call it a day.

This one-of-a-kind parklet was designed and built by San Francisco artist Erik Otto using recycled materials. It has been featured in numerous publications, documentaries, and television programs. Most materials were procured from SF Recology (aka the dump) via Otto’s previous artist-in-residence there.

Amenities include 4 custom-made bean bags; low-voltage lighting system inside the house; and delivery/installation within the area. Can be purchased in part or whole. Olive tree and steel foundation excluded. Seller financing available.

More information: http://fabric8.com/parklet/2011.html

Not really my style, but I call dibs on Deep’s parklet triceratops if that ever goes for sale.

[Craigslist via Curbed SF]

There is a hanged pigeon outside my window. I take no joy in this. Evidence seems inconclusive to me as far as cause of death. Accidental? Maybe it got caught in this plastic bag and then hooked on the fence. Murder? A trap? Dinner?

UPDATE: I climbed up and freed the bird, also getting what I believe to be an answer to the primary question. Any guesses?

Woody reppin’ PlumpJack! He must really be digging SF.

All photos by Steve L., taken around 12:45 today. Thanks, Steve! More after the jump:

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There has been a recent wave of knife crimes perpetrated by two suspects who start by asking a potential victim: ”Are you in a gang?” The question apparently doesn’t have a right answer, and it has resulted in stabbing incidents at Civic Center and Outer Mission.

My first thought was to immediately make a run for it if I ever heard that question, but SFist reports that this approach resulted in a shooting on Sunday morning near 16th and Mission. The victim answered negatively and started to flee. The suspects then shot him in the foot and fled the scene in a blue Buick. This is the first report of a shooting resulting from crimes of this nature.

Anyone who witnessed the Sunday morning shooting is encouraged to call SFPD’s anonymous tipline at (415) 575-4444 or send a text message TIP411.

As always, be aware of your surroundings and try not to travel alone late at night.

[via SFist]

1.) There used to be baseball in the Mission:

2.) The 49ers used to have an insane logo:

(See more in the men’s room at Local Edition.)

Bonus: check out this animation I found on Wikipedia…

Cover your nether regions, one angry clerk at Pay’n Save (18th and Guererro) is taking his hatred of the lazy to the streets:

Hey I’m not crazy about lazy people either, but I gotta say: corner store clerks aren’t exactly the most shining example of hard workers, unless you count sitting on a folding chair next to a box fan for hours and sighing heavily when someone asks for double-A batteries “working”.

I kid, I kid. Thanks for all the Tecate and coconut juice.