Alameda Is So Underground We Don't Even Have a Category for It

The Pacific Pinball Museum: An Ideal Place to Squander a Saturday Afternoon

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

Since I spend about as much time in Alameda as I do sober, I had never heard of the Pacific Pinball Museum before.  Then hell froze over and a sidebar ad on Facebook told my friends and I to check the place out.  Being the pinball addict that I am, I might be a little biased in saying THIS PLACE FUCKING RULES.  Seriously, I spent 3 hours there and the only reason I wanted to leave was that my feet started hurting from standing up so long.  They have something like 90 pinball machines that you can play as much as you want for $15.  Best of all?  It's in Alameda, which is basically an Alcatraz for yupsters and pinball machines. It strikes me as a lovely place dump a body or get a blowjob behind the bleachers.  ANYWAYS.  There is a pinball machine about food fighting.  It even has dancing cacti (pictured below).  'nuff said.  Check it out.

The Best Flier I've Seen All Year

— By Brizz |

 

Sorry Mission-dwellers, NOPA-ites, and Tendernobbers, your neighborhoods have been surpassed in trendsetting hotness by the unlikeliest of places: Alameda. You all should get out there now before the New York Times gets wind of this news and ruins it for everybody. If I had any idea of how one gets to Alameda, I might even consider going myself. I don’t want to say too much about the above event, but it pops off at McGrath’s Irish Pub tomorrow, and one of the DJs/organizers is named MC Oroville. He keeps it way realer than all of you. He lives in the pictured van (The Turtle) on the streets of the Bay Area. For real.