Mission District

Nerding Out on Tacos

Serious Eats recently went on a walking tour of the 24th taquerias in a search to find the best tacos in the Mission.  While I'm sure we can all agree how pointless this exercise has become, they did come across an interesting pattern:

What I find most interesting here is that beside from the two best taquerias, which are clear outliers, the rest of the taco joints follow a very strong quality trend: the further east you go, the better they get. This makes a lot of sense, seeing as west of Mission Avenue [sic] is much more heavily gentrified (read: gringified) than East, which still has a large and vital Mexican population. It's just neat to see it in an actual graph.

I think blaming gentrification for this pattern is a stretch, but I do have to agree with the overall point.  Plus, props to Serious Eats for bucking the myth that Mission St. alone is the ultimate destination for Mexican fast food.

[Serious Eats]

Migratory Patterns Between Four Bars in One Day

Wendy MacNaughton over at The Rumpus has put together a solid pictorial of mission bars from the eyes of bartenders.  While the whole thing is worth checking out, one of the best parts was the segment dealing with regulars never staying at one bar.  I've done that fourth dance a few times myself, only sub Delirium for another bar that isn't a perpetual nightmare.

[The Rumpus, h/t Mission Mission]

Fashion Watch: Hipster Hitler Mustaches

Imagine my horror the other night as I spotted this hiptard out of the corner of my eye while drinking at Uptown.  As this crappy picture shows, this dudebro was hanging out at the bar and rocking a Hitler mustache with zero shame.  So many things rushed through my mind: do I talk to him to figure out what motivates someone to do this?  Is he Jewish and trying to take irony to a macabre next level?  Should I smash my bottle over the bar and stab him in the throat?

Ultimately murder seemed like a bad idea—plus I was too intoxicated to properly wield a broken bottle—and the idea of trying to talk to a person like this made me want to die.  Instead, I just was that creepy guy who sneaked a picture of Hipster Hitler IRL and bounced to a bar that wouldn't let someone like this in.  Even so, what the fuck?

Birthday Burrito

Next time you're running around the Mission at 12:30am trying to find a cake, I have to recommend just heading to your favorite taqueria and shoving a few candles into a burrito.  Not only do the candles penetrate the meal with a level of easy that rivals a cake, it's a blast to watch the birthday boy deal with salsa leaking out the side of foil tube of calories.

Remember You Are Awake

Came across this madness pasted over a billboard on Valencia and 22nd by some anonymous artist.  Not sure why the hairy raisin is scratching its head, the mutant frog is doing jazz hands, and mushroom tops with human feet are jumping up and down, but I sure wish I knew who the artist's dealer is.  And as some sticker vandal wrote next to these pieces, “look at all these beautiful shades of grey.”  Word.

[Take a closer look at the work over at bhautik joshi's photostream]

Four Loko for the Rainbow Grocery Crowd

Last night I found myself in Shotwell's Bar enjoying the finer aspects of life (such as getting drunk and eating MSG-filled snack mix), when I happened upon this new beverage that's new to me.  Not only is it organic and naturally caffinated (to the tune of one cup of coffee), the brew is owned by a Mission resident whom lives just a few blocks away from the bar (foodies, rejoice!).  Top the whole package off with 7% alcohol, a $4 per pint sticker price, and the fact I felt like a well caffinated disaster after a few, I have to conclude we have a worthy successor to the Sparks/Four Loko legacy.

My only complaint is that it didn't taste like Sweet Tarts and actually tasted like real bar.  The bartender offered to dump some sangria in my pint to alleviate my concerns, but I thought better.  However, I encourage everyone to make that mistake and report back.

Neighbors *Actually* Oppose Building a Park at 17th and Folsom

Because this is so much better than plants and a comfortable place to sit.

For the past year, there has been a fair amount of grumbling from local businesses and neighbors about the 220-space parking lot at 17th and Folsom being converted to a public park.  The complaints have generally ranged from the petty safety concerns to the lazy (because parking your car at 14th and Harrison and walking three blocks is hard).  However, up until this week, these vocal, car-loving neighbors never bothered to do anything more than talk about opposing the park.  From the SF Examiner:

A coalition of 15 businesses within a one-block radius of the 220-space lot have appealed The City’s decision to allow construction of the new park without an environmental review.

My company has been here since the early ’70s,” said Michael York, who owns Ocean Sash and Door, a custom door and window warehouse and company that operates in two buildings across from the lot. “The installers have tool boxes. They prefer to park in there.”

Damn. 15 businesses lobbying the city to take a step back before building the park?  Given the way things go in this town, that likely means this park won't be built for another decade which, well, just sucks.

[SF Examiner]

Broken Windows

Brad over at Caliber took this choice snap of the immediate aftermath of someone throwing a brick through a window on Mission at 23rd.  Perhaps the scene isn't as dramatic as the recent attempt on Gangster Baby's life, but the reflection on broken glass also made for a rad shot of La Corneta and Mission Dental that's certainly worth a look.

Valencia Gets a New Vintage Store: "Stuff"

Lots of stuff.

Apparently a new collective vintage/antique shop just opened on Valencia at Market called “Stuff.”  I'm calling “Bullshit.” As Generic pointed out 7 months back, this trend of naming a business literally after what it sells is both boring and not as clever as people must convince themselves it is.  Chow, Grub, and now Stuff?  If this trend continues, soon some brilliant San Franciscan will open a restaurant and call it “Meal.”  Or a diner and call it “Breakfast.”  Or a bar and call it “Mistake.”

(pic via Atomic Fantasy)

Is Valencia Street Now Officially in Noe Valley?

Burrito Justice brings to our attention The Neighborhood Project, which allows San Franciscans enter in their address and specify what neighborhood they believe they live in, thus making a democratically-created map of SF neighborhoods.  There's a few interesting points on the map (albeit, not all of them very surprising): the Tenderloin and Nob Hill blends together, no one seems to have a clue where the Lower Haight begins and ends, people are obviously divided on NOPA vs. Western Addition, and a bunch of people living along Valencia think they live in Noe Valley.  Wait, what?  Yep, based on this map, the Mission is shrinking, getting gobbled up by Noe Valley to the left and Potrero Hill to the right.

This brings up a whole bunch of questions about the Mission and where it's going (answer: within a few blocks between Mission St and Harrison).  Up until today, I had always heard jokes about Valencia looking a lot 24th at elevation, but I didn't think people actually thought the Mission ended at Mission St.

At least we still have Dolores Park.

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