Food bullshit

Local Restaurant Owner Being A Dick To Employees

— By Alissa |

Mission resident Landyacht spotted this sign the other day calling for the boycott of Esperento and Picaro. While I agree with him that the food there can be “pretty lousy,” I have been known to go to town on some of their patatas bravas from time to time. More info from Raise The Fist:

The San Francisco Solidarity Network is calling for a boycott of Picaro and Esperento restaurants until the demands of a former worker are met. The owner Luise Muela never allowed lunch breaks and refused to pay overtime for shifts that were at times as long as 12 hours. The former employee and the SF solidarity network demand that compensation be given for unpaid overtime and the denied lunch breaks. Solidarity with restaurant workers! Don't eat at Picaro or its sister sister restaurant until our demands are met.

So maybe next time you're wandering around the Mission looking to chow down on some rabbit stew,  you'll give this place the slip and head elsewhere.

Hip Publication Anoints Mr. & Mrs. Miscellaneous "The Top Ice Cream Parlor in California"

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

USA Today, a zine distributed for free in hotels and airports across America by a guerilla army of wage slaves, has declared 5-month-old Mr. & Mrs. Miscellaneous to be the most bomb-ass ice cream in all of California:

Finally, a full-on, sit-down ice cream parlor in San Francisco a simple, soaring space in the up-and-coming Dogpatch neighborhood. Ian Flores and wife Annabelle Topacio, aka Mr. & Mrs. Miscellaneous, do 10 flavors a day, delicate hand-rolled cones, and a killer frozen fudge pop served stickless on a biodegradable plate. 699 22nd St.; 415-970-0750

Not sure how in a state of 39 million people some place that just opened could be the place to get ice cream.  Hell, I didn't even know this place existed until the other day when I went to 3rd to buy a 40 to chug while enjoying a Toxic Beach bumfire.  The Yelppies go at length to compare this place to Humphry Slocombe, which we all know isn't ice cream, but two scopes of tortured Straus base dumped into an otherwise edible waffle cone.  That alone makes me want to jump headfirst into a bathtub full of Hood, but I guess I should withhold my judgment until I eat enough of this stuff to get type II diabetes.  After all, it's the best.

(link - photo by eviloars)

Previously on Uptown Almanac: