Somedays should really be kicked off with frosting and today was one of those days. Since I have spent about as much time in Noe Valley as a jungle in Panama, I figured a little urban exploring would be a good way to feed myself. Worth it, even though I think I broke a sweat ascending 23rd.
Also, their quiche? Delicious.
When you start drinking at 7am to enjoy the magic of the World Cup, might I recommend the cerveza preparadas (tomato juice, Corona, half a lime, salt and some Tapatio) at Chavitas #2. Honestly, I didn't really know what was being ordered at the time, but pointing at fishbowls of red liquid at a neighboring table and saying “cuatro por favor” generally leads to a good time.
Dolores Park was in full effect yesterday, with a concentration of adorable at the slip n' slide.
If anyone ever asks you where San Francisco's creative center is, point them towards Dolores Park. After discovering that no lighter was available, boy busts out a credit card sized magnifying glass and starts burning the danke HC 420 with it. Reminded me of killing ants in my grandparent's backyard. Al Gore would be proud.
SF Weekly reports that KevMo's hippie cyclist cohorts are planning some kind of anti-BP protest party that should start momentarily. I do like parties and I do like protests against foreign dickwad oil companies, but what I don't like is when you assholes do it at the ARCO station at Divisadero and Fell at 5:30pm on a Friday afternoon.
The section of Fell between the Octavia off-ramp and Divisadero is the kind of one-way corridor where if just one asshole decides to double-park, it dominos and the entire strip turns from a 5 minute drive into a 20 minute drive. So fuck you for ruining my Friday and causing hundreds of motorists to spend even more time idling in their cars, burning even more gas. Also fuck you for taking this out on an individual station owner; because he's totally to blame for BP's irresponsible policies, amirite? Dick.
Also, here's a New York Times article to explain to you exactly why you're a misinformed dipshit. I'd gladly do it, but I have to leave work early to deal with this shit storm you've created for me on Fell St.
As Jon Stewart would say, here's your moment of zen:
“We think that area could be put to better use, like a park, community garden or storefront.”
~Janel Sterbentz, event organizer.
[UPDATE: 8:00PM, 6/11/10]
I drove by around 6:30pm. There was a fair turnout who were only partially obstructing the entrance to the station. Traffic on Fell was noticeably slower, with serious congestion beginning around Steiner.
Photo courtesy of my shitty cameraphone and the extra traffic that allowed me to take this pic.
you guys: 5 cent wine time at BevMo. This is like Christmas for boozy housewives and the vast majority of the people in DUI classes. You do have to buy a bottle to get the discount, but is MORE wine really a bad thing? I tried to cheat the system by buying the stuff priced like it tastes like dirt and gasoline with notes of suck for full price and the expensive (read: expensive for me, approx $20) for 5 cents, but then I realized it has to be two bottles of the SAME wine. Bor-ing. BevMo is sneaky and knows I'll just buy more wine to get some variety. Anyways, there's at least three locations in San Francisco (on Bayshore, Van Ness, and Geary), and at least one location conveniently located a 20 minute walk from my apartment if anyone wants to pick me up some vino. You can also place your order online and go get it picked up, or get it shipped to your home, if your bike isn't up to getting weighed down by your alcohol problem and you dont want commuters mean mugging you on MUNI.
And no word yet on whether KevMo will also be honoring the sale, and offering you a second time for 5 cents if you purchase him for full price. Last time I checked, full price was roughly the cost of a few pbrs, shots of whiskey, and a compliment about his bike.