Mission Mission

Not quite as bad as the ultimate Whippits party aftermath, but seriously, that much caffeine could kill you.

On that note, I wonder which of the following when consumed in one night would make you feel the absolute crappiest the next day: 24-case of Coke, 60 or so Whippits, or an 8-ball to the dome?

Our buddy Wesley writes:

I hate to be quoted on this kind of thing, but sometime this morning, between 420 and 430, I heard a woman scream outside. There were a few bursts of screaming within a short time period (30 seconds, maybe), and by the time I was able to get to the phone, a car was speeding off with the passenger side door open, heading towards 19th (from the direction of 20th). I was not able to properly identify the make or even color of the car to the police, who I was at that time on the phone with. Another neighbor said she heard a woman scream that she had been attacked, and that someone was getting into her car. A few of us also heard some kind of collision, though we didn’t see any damage on the street. Though there were approximately 6 neighbors/witnesses in the street corroborating information, the police weren’t given much to go on. A minute after I called 911, two patrol cars came down san carlos, and we redirected them in the direction of the speeding car. 

Just in case you find yourself needing a baby stroller or some used LEGOs, our downstairs neighbors in Bernal are having a hill-wide garage sale today until 3pm. There are over 70 houses participating. Details here, mega-map here.

As you might know if you’ve paid attention to this blog ever, Primo is basically our favorite DJ, and over the next 48 hours or so you’ve got three opportunities to see him do his thing (and he’s very versatile, so his “thing” will vary wildly at each event).

The first is all soul, the last is all house — and the middle one is a little bit of both and a lot of everything in between. Click any of the posters to head to the Facebook invites for further info:

RSVP and invite your friends to Nightbeat!

RSVP and invite your friends to Time Warp!

RSVP and invite your friends to 2 Men Will Move You!

UPDATE: Holy cow, he’s doing the late shift at Church tonight too!

Hot!

Gage and Desoto, the makers of the beauties, are all sold out right now, but it looks like they’ll be restocked in early September. Keep your eyes on the prize.

[via Hey Goodbye]

Dang, and you thought Mission rentals were bad. In Nob Hill, you gotta pay $450 a month for half a bed:

________ Looking for a full time male employee or student who is a currently working or studying professionally,clean, responsible, respectful and trustworthy ( prefer morning shift ) ideally someone with less belonging and less stuffs

*** Perfect location for business traveller / short term visitor / new commer / someone needs a temporary place before moving on / or who currently work and study closed by financial district / someone travelling locally or around downtown San Francisco

At least there are some partition pillows to enforce stay-on-your-side, but ‘cmon. The guy could at least get his shit together and get a bunk bed.

[Craigslist via CurbedSF]

Last night, as part of the INFORUM series at the Commonwealth Club, chefs from Delfina, Hapa Ramen, Mission Street Food,  Wild Kitchen, and Rice Paper Scissors gathered to discuss the San Francisco restaurant industry and their paths in it so far. Craig Stoll, now a restaurant magnate by San Francisco standards, talked about maxing out credit cards to open Delfina “back when Dolores Park was still pretty scary.” He recommends that aspiring restauranteurs try a Kickstarter instead.

Other highlights included MSF’s Anthony Myint reminding Stoll that he had once interviewed to be a cook at Delfina (which presumably didn’t work out) and Wild Kitchen’s Iso Rabins remembering knocking on the back doors of restaurants with boxes of wild mushrooms for sale (“The only people who were really mean to me were the people at Farina.”)

The most substantive part of the conversation was a debate over the value of formal experience when launching a restaurant or pop-up. Both sides made smart points, but Myint had the winning comment: “I think of it like The A Team. They were pros before they were renegades, so they knew their stuff.”

You can find out more about the INFORUM series here.

Every week, photographer Joshua Cobos shoots a roll of film just for us. He picks the best 13 photos and we post them here, and it’s called “Bad Blood with Joshua Cobos.” Here’s what Joshua has to say about this week’s installment:

Rocky told me about these mouse masks they had in the back of Foxy Lady on Mission St. Turns out the mask is an old Italian costume mask, pretty strange to find it in the dust of an old Erotic Boutique. I spent a week taking photographs of the mask in some situations I felt would contrast the intended purpose, my friends were thoroughly creeped out.

Thanks, Joshua! Ten more shots after the jump:

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I say “old” because at this point you’d probably want to add Hell or High Watermelon and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale to the list, right?

[via Mildred]

About 3 years back we received a request from a reader:

Been scouring the web for a picture of the old sign for the Tip Top Inn. Gonna have it painted for my man friend for our anniversary. That’s where we first laid beer goggles on one another. Can’t find a picture of it anywhere and somebody made off with the sign. Do you think the Mission Mission readers might be able to help?

So we wrote up a post and wouldn’t you know it, Burrito Justice (doy) came through. Here’s what the ol’ Tip Top Inn sign looked like:

The other day, that 3-year-old post received a new comment. I nearly deleted it without looking because comments on posts that old are usually spam — but luckily I didn’t:

They called me Mexican Tony. I used to wear a Silver Navajo Bracelet. I was on one of pool teams at The Tip Top Inn back in the early 1980′s. I remember Mark, Hell of a Pool player. Judy Nelson, was one of my good friends. I used to get free S F Giants baseball tickets from Fred Breining an Ed Whitson when they played for S F. A good few of the Giants used to visit the bar. I remember Vida Blue hanging out at the bar some nights. Vida would see me in the bar and he’d holler “BIG T, Wow! Ron Sanso, Mr. B, Jess the barber, George, Tom, Barbara, David Caverly RIP My Buddy. If you remember me or just want to chat about the Tip Top, leave a comment. Believe me, I’ll check the website for new comments. Thanks Mexican Tony

Whoa. Thanks for getting in touch, Mexican Tony!