SOMA

Good Dog of The Week: Tiny Corgi

I saw this little champion after work the other day.  It was a stressful day - lots of people buggin out and a ton of extra work, I was fried and just wanted to go home.  Then I saw Tiny Corgi. He looked up at me and I knew everything was going to be alright.  

He was like, “hey man… it's just work, right? Dont stress - tomorrow's going to be another day in this beautiful city.” and I said “yeah… yeah it is”.

Meth Heads and Pinball

Sexpigeon has some insight on pinball and performance-enhancing drugs:

I am not great at pinball, not at all. I’ve plateaued. My style is scrappy if you want to put it kindly, is sloppy if you want to put it honestly. My substitute for precision is a manic vigor. I slap and bat and wail when things go down the drain.

Meth heads are extremely good at pinball. It’s a goddamn thrill to watch a meth head make shot after shot after shot. If you live in San Francisco, head over to Brain Wash bright and early, like at seven-thirty in the morning, and watch them at work. You will never be as good as them unless you start snorting drugs. Flabbergasting shit, I swear it.

7:30 is kind of early to interact with some sporting tweakers in a done up laundromat—kind of early to interact with anyone, for that matter. But I guess that's what it takes to squander some quarters on a silver medal and hear “YEAH BITCH!” get tossed around.

[Photo by mr.chehoski]

Foreign Cinema Protested for Trying to Turn the Eagle Tavern Straight

As you might have heard, the eviction of The Eagle Tavern has been quite the controversy to both the LGBT community and lovers of good bars in general.  To some, the closure was yet another tragedy in the assault on gay culture in the ever-gentrifying SoMa neighborhood; to others, another casualty in the erosion of San Francisco's character.

But plans by area queer businesspersons to pay the $15,000/month rent and re-open the Eagle offered up an encouraging glimmer of hope—until an owner of Foreign Cinema came in to open a “high-end restaurant” in the space.  Feeling burned by the landlord and Foreign Cinema for playing the role of quasi-homewrecker, activist-types picketed the restaurant on Sunday chanting “our space, queer space” and something about how good their bloody marys are.

Here's what the protest organizers had to say about the situation:

A valiant team of queer business owners have been trying hard to reopen the Eagle over the last year. After many months of hard work, they got the landlord to agree to a contract, signed it and sent it to him to sign. They didn't hear back from him for weeks.

The landlord deliberately dropped the potential gay business owners in order to pursue business with five straight guys. This is the third or fourth time that the landlord has purposefully dicked around with gay business owners. Could this be a pattern of homophobia?

These five straight dudes want to open up a high-end restaurant where our beloved Eagle used to be. One of them is a part owner of “Foreign Cinema” the $20+ per plate restaurant that lies at the heart of gentrified mission. These straight guys insist that they can support our gay community just as well as any gay owner. That's bullshit.

Now, the landlord who has refused to let a gay business owner come back to the Eagle is trying to slam through a liquor license transfer to the space. They're hired well connected consultants to get it through lightning fast - the City Operations Committee that first supported it spent a whopping 7 minutes for the entire meeting.

The “homophobia” bit sounds like the stretch, but it sounds like they have a point on the landlord being a bit of a greedy shithead wise entrepreneur.  Regardless, does it really make sense to drag Foreign Cinema into the mix?  Can you really blame 'em for taking advantage of an opportunity to serve yummy $6.75 pop-tarts to more people?

[h/t SFist | Photo by Bob Horowitz]

Keep Your Bike Warm and Secure

I think this guy has got the optimal bike locking strategy all figured out.  U-Locks are a bummer because they're bulky and heavy and pull your pants down while you ride, exposing your undies and unsightly ass-crack to the world behind you.  Cable locks are equally unwieldy and pretty lousy at keeping your bike secure.  But the fleece hoodie knotted around the seatpost—my, oh my—it's lightweight and wearable, will confuse a hacksaw-welding thief, and, should your bike and hoodie still be there when you leave the bar, provide warmth and comfort as the summer temperatures climb into the low 60s.

Here's Google Filming Some Crazy Rooftop Bike Jump Commercial For Project Glass

That's some biker on top of Moscone West, filming a commercial for Google's New Terminator Glasses, so says the uploader of this video:

Turns out it was for Google. They were doing a demo of project glass. Pretty awesome!

While the jump itself looks pretty lame embedded above, if you bump up the quality and full screen it, you can see the biker do a 360 and not the ramp doesn't reach the top of the roof—he's got some 3-4 feet to clear—which kinda makes it cooler.  Also, according to the uploader, “they had some people fly in by parachute too”—which definitely makes it cooler.

[via Bluoz]

Giant "Street Food" Beer Garden/WiFi Oasis Opens in Stinky SoMa Corner

After a long-ish wait, the SoMa StrEat [zzzing!] Food Park opened their chain-link fence gate to the slobbering public.  And it's a delight!  10 food trucks serving restaurant-quality food at restaurant prices, complimentary wifi, and, soon, a beer truck pouring cold mugs of brew; all sandwiched between an 6-lane highway, a thriving Costco, and all-natural artisan spelt bread:

Note: all-natural artisan spelt bread not pictured.

Now, I'm not sure it's right of me to thoroughly shit on this.  For one, this isn't for 20-something Mission kids as much as it's for 40-something office workers whose lunch hour is the only glimmer of excitement in their waning life.  Plus, there really isn't much to eat in the area besides dollar hot dogs at Costco—who am I to take this away from them?

And, really, it's not all that bad.  The SoMa Stench is largely choked out by whiffs of fresh-baked cookies and truffle oil French fries.  The dominating hum of a dozen food truck generators reduces the thundering roar of passing 18-wheelers to chirps from a gasoline bird, cruising through the summer breeze it's simultaneously choking the life out of.  And the food?  Well, that's pretty damn good too (protip: Little Green Cyclo's tatter tots with tamarind plum sauce is where it's at).

But there's something about the setting that makes this place feel a little… off.  The towering walls of bulk pizza bites and stop and go traffic are unsettling, sure, but it's more than that…

See, outside SoMa StrEat Food is a truck “movement” of another kind: people displaced by foreclosures and rising rents, forced to live under the freeway in dilapidated mobile shanties.

Maybe these two communities neighboring each other isn't so shocking; after all, these food trucks are supposedly a product of the rising cost of opening a brick and mortar restaurant in Our Fair City.  Piles of city regulations and deep-pocketed restaurateurs made the dream impossible, so into the back of a truck the kitchen went, man.  And even if all that is true, there's something profoundly rattling about watching a guy pour a bucket of urine into a storm drain while you're heading to spend $10 on a bowl of rice.

And remember: be careful about leaving valuables in your car, as someone stole the sign reminding you there are thieves in the area.

"Welcome to Trendy, Urban, Hip SoMa: Would You Like to Purchase Some Real Estate?"

My friend, who lives on the corner of 11th and Folsom, had something quite unsavory go down outside her apartment late last night:

i heard a bunch of girls screaming outside. at first i thought they were just drunk, but it turns out they were drunk -and- watching somebody kick the shit out of their friend. the cops found her unconscious on the ground. the whole lot of them denied knowing who did it and stood around like donkeys while the EMTs tried to resuscitate the girl. some shirtless guy kept on shouting “how could you do this to me?” and was thrown into the back of a squad car.

welcome to trendy, urban, hip, soma. would you like to purchase some real estate?

DNA Lounge Introduces Chum-like Cocktail Pandering to Seapunks

In a sharp, Four Loko-y departure from the PBR era of hipster culture, alt SOMA venue DNA Lounge has introduced a disgusting new cocktail aimed at stroking the whimsy of seapunks.  And how fortunate for us!  While the past few months in San Francisco has seen everything from murals to fashion to daywalkers from which to draw everyday inspiration, no one has really told us how to drink like a seapunk.

So, how does it taste?

Doctor Popular assured me that it tasted a lot like seawater so I guess he was feeling the waves.

If by “waves” you mean nausea, because this shit literally sounds like bile.

Anyway, anyone have eight bucks I can borrow?

[via Pixelhaunt]

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