WHAT? If PANCAKES get a day, so do transgender people! In fact, every day should be transgender day because some of my favorite people ever are transgender (who do you think brings us stuff like "culture" and "good taste"!? Wake up, people!) and further, check out this list of transgender notables. Love that Coccinelle, check out those gams! Work it, girl.
(Photo by me.)
From an article in the Chronicle, which is apparently old media or something. I just know it's terrible and C.W. Nevius is public enemy number one. This one's about mean bartenders, by some guy name Harmon Leon, who used to write for one of those two weeklies that stay fill their pages with back and forth shit-talking about stuff nobody else cares about. His conclusion:
The award for the all time meanest bartenders in San Francisco has got to go to the crew at the Zeitgeist. Besides scowling things like, "F-ing yuppies," if someone with a shirt with buttons orders a drink, there is always an unpleasant sort of life-has-kicked-them-in-the-nuts, unhealthy tweaker vibe when you when you try to order a drink.
Listen, I wasn't going to say anything, but you just basically said that every person who works at Zeitgeist is a loser and a meth addict, asshole. Maybe it's just because they don't like white dudes rockin' dreadlocks like they're at Lollapalooza 1993, maaaaaaan. This ain't the playa, we don't all love each other here. Also, I've heard people say Zeitgeist bartenders are mean, never noticed it myself. Plus, I like surly bartenders. The surlier the better. Scares off the douchebags.
I guess "unabashed sex on the street" (albeit with use of a barrier method) comes after "spiritual awakening"?
Found on Haight & Central; most of the condom wrappers appeared to be empty! Pretty bad ass.
Does this mean I should take back all the insulting things I've said about Haight Street crusties, who I feel I can safely assume are responsible for this bit of sidewalk detritus? Sometimes when I get hassled by these kids I just can't help telling them that if they need money they should go back to Danville and ask their parents ... but hey, at least protection is coming into play here. Thank god for well-funded middle school sex ed in the public schools of affluent Bay Area suburbs!
There's no pot of gold, but there is a crack pipe, an underage prostitute and genital warts.
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A few weeks ago, I got all aggro on Local Mission Eatery, primarily because I thought the name was stupid. Well, reader Catherine W. sends us a note telling us that they have a pretty rad art wall (pictured above) and a good menu. Ah shucks:
Saw your post on the new restaurant. You're definitely right about the seriously bad name and of the over privileged liberal aesthetic of the whole place. However, I just wanted to point out that one cool aspect of the place is going to my friend Jon Fischer's art. The guy that owns the joint contracted with him to do a permanent installation piece. It's a series of photos turned screenprints onto wood panels of every intersection from Valencia Street to Vermont Street. You check it out here via his blog.
I haven't paid for any food there yet, but I did go to their opening party and it was definitely pretty damn delicious. I had whatever veggie sandwich they were making that night (mushroom and some sort of fancy arugula pesto or something of the sort?). It was definitely worth it. Also, the little separate-ish bakery is pretty rad -- for the party she had made these little smore-type desserts that had homemade marshmallows with a huge vat of melted chocolate on the side.
I'll definitely go back. Although since I work from home, they had me at free WiFi.
The art is definitely rad! Besides, it's the Mission. I could literally eat organic grains for a week, take a fat shit on some Tartine and sell it 'on the street' for $20 as a "locally-sourced shit sandwich." I'm sure this place is already cleaning up.
Previously on Uptown Almanac
I'm not really sure why this page exists. Do you just have to tell the world that you had drugs in the park? Who are you, Jim? Does anyone even need to read reviews of his shit on the internet? Can't you just ask one of the thousands of people sitting next to you in the park for their equally random opinion? As Alexia T. would say, "Some people have clearly taken too many hits from the social media bong."
But seriously, why do people think they can talk about how awesome their dealer on something like Yelp and not get him busted? Do we all think the police don't read this shit? Don't get me wrong, someone as notorious as The Truffle Guy doesn't need Yelp to get caught BUT DAMN PEOPLE.