Since the Mission District was established by urban explorer Straüs VanMission Sløot in 1989, no bar within the jurisdiction of its confines has inspired such polarizing opinions from people as Dear Mom. Built from the ashes of El Rincon, the mere mention of Dear Mom elicits such a dichotomous emotional response that it threatens to tear the native Caucasian community of the Mission District apart.
If you've been there before, you left with one of two statements rolling off of your tongue: “Hey man. I found this really cool bar. You should come out, I'm having all of my birthdays there forever.” Or “Yo, fuck this place. Get my Segway. I'm going back to NOPA.”
At the end of the day, all we have are facts. And here are the undisputed pros and cons of Dear Mom, which are all very real and none of which based on conjecture.
- Ample standing
- The Bar is co-owned and managed by Neil Diamond's son Brad Diamond
- Interior lit exclusively with artisan lightbulbs hand-crafted by estranged Latvian light-psychics
- Over 4 different kinds of canned beers
- Sports attractions such as football, pool and flannel olympics
- The bar is made of cocaine-mâché
- The staff make fun of you if you order a drink
- Brad Diamond will throw you out if you joke that he's “Your Friend in the Diamond Business”
- Getting stabbed on Folsom as you walk home
- No designated coke room (handicapped bathroom)
- Every record in the jukebox is the new Beach House record
- The bar is exclusively populated by shitheads
These are the facts as they stand. But seeing as nightlife is a wild, frenzied, subjective medium, it's left to you to decide. You, the plumbers, the joe twelve-packs, and the freelance art directors that give the Mission its gritty, working class spirit. What do you think about Dear Mom?
[Photo via The Bold Italic]