Fashion

Nobody Likes a Bleeder

Night Fog Reader recently published a Mission bartender's list of pro-drinking tips.  Most of the tips are pretty obvious, surrounding things that Our Dear Readers would never dream of doing themselves.  However, this cautionary tale from what I gather to be the cocaine sty at Beauty Bar is worth noting:

4. No flip flops in the club
A few weeks ago when I was having a bathroom break and the stall floor was suddenly covered in BLOOD! I threw the door open and see this 21-year-old-looking, head-to-toe-in-American-Apparel, cute art student with flip flops on! What are you even doing in a bar with open foot shoes!? It turns out she stepped on a broken pint glass and sliced her foot. She was soo drunk she couldn’t even feel her cut, and she just wanted to go back to dancing. Alright, no. I took the young child aside, fixed her up and sent her off, but not before I made her pinky promise me that she would only wear closed toe shoes in a bar. Hey, nobody likes a bleeder.

Generally I'd never insult our fashionable readers by implying you need a lesson in dancable footwear, but it appears that some San Franciscans out there think it's a fine idea to dance barefoot, so let's be on the safe side.

[Night Fog Reader]

Cowboys vs. Aliens

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

New "Beards and Mustaches" Bar Owned By Actual Beards and Mustaches

Yesterday I got all antsy about the possibility of a “beards and mustaches” bar moving into the old El Rincon space at 16th and Harrison.  One of the bar's owners, Jay, followed up with some more details:

The LLC is called beards and mustaches but the actual bar/restaurant is going to be called Dear Mom. Oliver Piazza and Jay Beaman (both bartenders at Thieves Tavern) are joining up with Paul Bavaro to open the joint up. Also Laurent Katgely from Chez Spencer will be doing up the food. We're really into the neighborhood and having a warm neighborhoody place to eat and drink with reasonable prices and tasty bits. For everyone. Low key. Mellow. No live music. But you'll still be able to get a little too drunk and make out with a stranger late in the night. more info here, including a sample menu (we're still working it out but it's a start).

I'm not going to lie, I had to look up a few of the words on the menu, and Chez Spencer seems a little snobby for a Mission dive bar.  Even so, it's nineteen bucks for roast beef and open acceptence of Your God-Given Right to snog in public.  Perhaps it's not all bad.

I shot Jay some follow-up questions, and this is what he sent back:

Q: Is it going to be more of a dive like the other Thieves bars or a bit nicer?  I ask because the menu is a little more pricey than other neighborhood bar and grills (namely Bender's, Gestalt, Zeitgeist, former Ace Cafe)… 

A: yes and no. the daily specials are more but the everyday food is all under $10 bucks and we want to keep it that way. What we really want is a place where you can get good food and get loose and act like a fool (the good kind of fool). Like, what's the difference between a dive bar and a neighborhood bar? Clean bathrooms and napkins on the table. I really want to go to a bar where i can get a $6 plate of grilled asparagus and get drunk and have a spontaneous dance party to The Pointer Sisters. That's what we're going for.

Q: what kind of capacity is in that place?  I feel like that could house as many people as Bender's (150ish)

A: we're working that out with the architect now but it's fucking big. probably will end up being 150-220 (El Rincon had a capacity sign up that said 137 with stickers over it changing it to 250. Hella janky). there will be 40-50 seats around the bar (it's big) and booths that'll seat another 40 (maybe not right when we open) plus 10 whiskey barrels with 4 bar stools around them. There will also be a private room in the back that'll seat 30-50 (depending on how much you like each other). We certainly will rent it out to whomever might want it for their events but the people we really think of as VIP are bus boys and line cooks and bartenders and waiters. Our plan is that if you know us (or get to know us) get off work and want to just chill with your friends then that back room'll be yours.

Q: Planning on putting anything interesting/unique/rad as shit inside the place? (e.g. pinball, shuffleboard, indoor bike parking, skeeball, pool tables, old Area 51 arcade games, self-cleaning coke mirror in all bathrooms…)

A: pinball. one (maybe but not likely two) pool table, arcade for sure (area 51 is a great idea) internet jukebox (the back room will have it's own CD juke box so that people that rent/borrow it out can make their own mixes), a couple of TV's for Giants games. We're still working stuff out and all of this is subject to our whims/cashflow/annoyances. We're going to talk with the city about putting some nice big bike racks outside.

Q: Estimated opening date?

A: October. hopefully. 

"Beards and Mustaches" Coming to 16th

First it was El Rincon, the latino dance club on the corner of 16th and Harrison.  But after a police officer was shot outside the club last summer, it was revamped as a slightly more classy joint complete with Marcel's Kitchen serving up Louisiana soul-food.  That didn't last long either, and after being closed for months, the guys from the “Thieves” empire of Mission and TL bars have scooped it up.  Eater reports:

Looks like often despised El Rincon on 16th is being taken over by Paul Bavaro of Thieves Tavern. No active DBA yet, but their LLC is called Beards and Mustaches so if you thought the Mission couldn't get more hipster, you thought wrong.

Not completely sold on this name.  On one hand, facial hair is an acceptable fashion trend and mustaches are badassery incarnate.  On the other hand, “Beard and Mustaches” sounds like a gay fetish club, especially given it's proximity to SOMA fetish clubs and the now-defunct Eagle Tavern.  Of course, there's nothing wrong with such things, but it isn't really what I have in mind when I want to put back a shot of Buffalo Trace and sip a 16 of Pabst.

Regardless of their name, I'd bet money that they'll keep the grill going in the space, and if there's one thing the Mission gastronomic culture desperately needs, it's more cheap bar n' grills.

Update: one of the bar's owners fills us in with the details.

"Hipster Tragedy" Results in Arrest at SFPD Protest

A bearded man “visiting from L.A.” was attacked by three lady “FUCKING FAT ASSES” (his words, not mine) while photographing the protests along 18th in the Castro.  After being punched a few times, getting pushed into a fixie (pictured right), and having his “favorite [flannel] shirt” ripped to shreds by his attackers, he became irate, screaming at SFPD about his savaged shirt and the “FUCKING INJUSTICE” that they stood by and watched them attack him without doing anything.

After a few minutes of listening to him yelling, the police stormed the entire scene and slapped some cuffs on his attackers, causing two kids carrying skateboards and wearing all black to start heckling in the oh-so-typical Castro tone, “OH MY GOD, IT'S A HIPSTER TRAGEDY.”

New Dodgers Logo Proposed

The new logo is choice, never mind topical.  But what really makes this scene is not the logo, nor the perfectly smug grin of the owner that screams both “We're better than you,” and “We can still afford to pay our players. Sorry, Uribe.”  No, what makes this photo the gem that it is is that stupified gaze of the onlooker that somehow acknowledges that this shirt is among the better shit-talking tees out there.

[Photo by Erik Wilson]

I Want to Live in a World Where Everyone Owns IT'S-IT Apparel

We all know IT'S-ITs are the best thing to happen to San Francisco since sourdough bread.  And while I'm not exactly sure what's going on with the rest of this picture, there is little doubt in my mind you can find a better San Francisco t-shirt than the one pictured above.

Tshirts sell for a scant $13 and comes with the option of being delivered right to your door in an IT'S-IT truck.

[Pic by and of Schlomo]

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