Eats and Beers

Important News About Being Drunk and Eating Guacamole on Mission St!

Last Friday Guerilla Guac, a pop-up late night guacamole vendor, appeared late night out front of Grand Coffee at 2663 Mission St.  Guerilla Guac was serving up tortilla chip bowl fulls that were so good I would have thought they were awesome regardless of being drunk or not.  The proprietor, Richard, was joining another pop-up vendor, Soup Dup, who had started slanging his goods late night at Grand Coffee the week prior (last time it was a bomb corn chowder, but he rotates his menu every week).  

Tonight, Guerilla Guac and Soup Dup are set to return to Grand Coffee from 9:30pm to 1:30am.  If all goes well tonight, they might be back again next Friday.

Missionites; get your drunk munchies on. 

Guerilla Guac tears it up by candlelight.

Sup Dup brings the chowda.

New owners of Pabst are spoiled East Coast douchebros; Kid Rock could have been PBR spokesman

Because the name 'Kid Rock' screams authenticity.

In the last month a grip of new info has popped up on the interwebs and shed new light on the bizzare branding machine behind Pabst Brewing; giving us a glimpse at what could have been and a taste of what's to come for the PBR brand.  As previously reported, Pabst Brewing was very recently acquired by brand-mogul/dread-pirate C. Dean Metropoulos for a cool $250 million.  Papa Metropoulos then gifted the company to his two sons, Evan and Daren, cause like all twenty-somethings these days they desperately needed a job. In my previous post, I questioned whether the change in ownership would cause PBR to 'go (even more) mainstream.'  If the recent article on Evan and Daren in Bloomberg Businessweek is any indication, the answer is a resounding yes.  

Let's get the character assassination out of the way first so we can move on to the more pressing matters at hand (like 'BAWITADBA!!! WHY IN THE FUCK IS THERE A PICTURE OF KID ROCK IN THIS POST???' My thoughts exactly, friend).  The Metropoulos Bros are some spoiled ass New England raised douchetards, who are about as far from both hipster and blue collar (the demographics that keep PBR profitable) as they could possibly be.  To start, the MetroBros met with Matt Schwartz of Bloomberg Businessweek in the 35th floor lounge of the Mandarin Orientel in Midtown Manhattan, where he remarked that the Bros “were very much at home.”  Schwartz goes on to mention that they had just come from a friend's wedding at Martha's Vineyard, MA, where the MetroBros had “summered since they were boys.”  

“Evan, 29, divides his time between Miami Beach, Los Angeles, and New York City. Daren, 27, lives in Los Angeles, in Hugh Hefner's old residence, a 7,300-square-foot English manor house he recently bought for $18 million.”

Daren & Evan Metropoulos hanging out with Katie Couric's mom in 2008, who later bestowed upon them the title of 'Dean's Soon'.

Via some Greek Matrix Trilogy fanzine.

Through the course of the interview, Evan, donning a green polo and gaudy chain necklaces, discusses his plans to sponsor rodeo riders to promote Lone Star beer in Texas; surfers to promote Primo in Hawaii; a plan to revive the defunct Star and Stripes beer as a military and veteran's beer, and other asinine strategies from Marketing 101 at the learning annex.  In discussing Star and Stripes, Evan goes as far as to suggest that drinkers of Bud Light are supporting foreigners TERRORISTS!

With the MetroBros new strategies, it doesn't seem far fetched that they could eventually take up Kid Rock on an offer he made several years prior: to be the celebrity spokesman of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  The nail in the coffin for PBR's (falsely) perceived 'authenticity' is already out there people, it's just question of whether or not the new owners will decide to use it.  The pair are already in the process of sponsoring Funny or Die produced sketches that will prominently feature PBR, after Evan approached Will Ferrel's company saying: “We want to win. We want to blow these brands out, explode them, and make everyone lots of money.”  

Possibly the one single redeeming plan the MetroBros may have for their company applies directly to their Colt 45 malt liquor brand.  According to the Business Weekly article, they are currently in negotiations with Snoop Dogg in developing a line of Colt 45 flavors.  FLAVORS PEOPLE.  

Expect Gin n Juice Colt 45 tallboys to hit a liquor store near you in 2012.  

Donating to the SF Food Bank gives you street cred and will get you laid!

Guys, this is hella sad:

We have a matching gift opportunity at the Food Bank for our Morning Snack program. All gifts this week (up to $25k) will be matched by Keurig, Inc./Green Mountain Coffee Roasters. A lot of the schools we serve are in the Mission so I thought your readers might be interested to know what we do in the neighborhood. We want to provide in-class snacks to kids since a lot of them are underfed and can’t pay attention in class because they are hungry. This is why the SF Food Bank recently expanded its partnership with public schools to provide healthy morning snacks to schoolchildren – snacks such as fresh oranges, bananas, apples, granola bars, milk and more.

They even do a stellar job riffing on KFC:

The new San Francisco Food Bank’s Double Down: a one-of-a-kind “sandwich of opportunity” features a healthy school snack (a fresh piece of produce, cheese and healthy crackers with cheese) and the chance to give a hungry student a much needed bite to eat which will calm a hungry tummy at school! Double Down today and give the opportunity to excel! This opportunity is so rare, there’s no room for a bun!

Unfortunately I don't read my email enough so there is only one day left to donate, but it sounds like they could really use the money to feed hungry kids.  PLUS, this opportunity allows you to tell cute boys and girls at Dolores Park that you just gave $100 bucks to the Food Bank for the price of $50!  Killer deal!  Also, Zach says if you forward your donation confirmation email to holler@uptownalmanac.com before Monday, he'll post a list of readers (pseudonyms okay for sketchballs) who donated next week.  If no one donates, he'll instead post a hate-rant.  It's like a hostage situation!

Alright bums, donate now!

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

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.

(linkphoto by eviloars)

San Francisco Finally Beats Fresno in a Drinking Contest!

Back in February, it was revealed that Fresno, home of Kevin Federline, that dude who did the really depressing cover of “Mad World” for the Donnie Darko soundtrack, and general mediocrity, was crowned “Drunkest City in America,” with San Francisco placing a pitiful #86.  At the time, reader Izzy theorized we placed so low because we could just hold our liquor:

This list is bullshit. it bases its judgement on things like DUI arrests. so we're #86 because we can:
a) hold our liquor
b) walk/bike/MUNI home

we're basically like that guy you see walking down the street looking all normal and clear eyed and shit, then you he falls down and you take him to the hospital because he's blowing a .30. we're stealthy.

Turns out we're not stealthy: San Francisco just hit #8 on the list of most drunk driving offenders in the country.  Fresno didn't even make the list.  Booya!

(hat tip SF Weekly)

La Rondalla Being Raised From the Dead

Believe it or not, but Vanlencia's La Rondalla, home of hazy memories, enchilada-induced food comas and numerous rat sightings, is currently being gutted and set to reopen this winter.  According to a worker on the scene, who asked us what the food was like because this place closed down prior to his birth, the owners hope to be open before Christmas and are updating the place to be slightly more modern.  While this place definitely cultivated a love/hate relationship with their patrons, I can't wait to start guzzling their margaritas again.  In the meantime, here's UP/AL contributor Laura Beck's stunning Yelp review of La Rondalla:

i got into a fight with a friend (I will not name names! PLEASE STOP ASKING!!! I AM A VERY PRIVATE WOMAN!!!) one night and she ended up running out of the bar and wandering down Valencia and into the rosarita crack den that is La Rondalla. She proceeded to order cheese enchiladas and ignore me while i tried to reason with her. The night ended when she turned to a tortilla and declared it her only real friend. I tried to rip it out of her hand and eat it to show her what i thought of her friend but her grip was strong and her message was clear: if i were to actively pursue that tortilla there would most definitely be blood spilled. not mine, mind you. i'm tough! anyway, i chose to back away from the tortilla (i'm not that crazy! okay, i am but honestly, i was tired and just waiting for her to calm down.) I ordered my own. They were alright.

I like this place. I would like to take a date here to test his patience for all things ridiculous. Please god someone ask me out before I end it all. Please. I mean, aren't there any dentists out there that are tired of drugging women in their chairs so they can stick it in?! I WILL HAPPILY PUT OUT WITHOUT THE FACADE OF AN APPOINTMENT OR COSTLY ANESTHESIA!!!

Jesus Christ, people! 

Latin American Club: The Coolest Bar in the Mission

BRAINSLIP, a blog I'm not quite sure how I started following but I'm glad I do, recently posted a list of Clooney's lingo:

Easterners (aka Pirates) - Raiders fans. Not welcome inside or outside of Clooney's; no exceptions, get tha hell outta here.

Spillers - patrons prone to fighting; results in spilled drinks and bloodshed; also the best customers.

Crybabies - those coming from nearby mortuaries; not the best tippers.

(full list)

His post reminded me of my prediction that Clooney's would be the hot Mission dive for 2010.  In 2009, Bender's was clearly the bar in the Mission: the crowds increased steadily throughout the year, the Weird Fish grill was on top of its game, the staff was friendly and the beer was hella cheap.  The Bold Italic even dedicated an entire story to the community that made Bender's.  However, Weird Fish left the grill at the beginning of this year and the thrill for many was lost, leaving a opening for another spot to become the Mission's buzz-bar.  In spite of their cheap Busch pints, free hot-dog days, and N'synced jukebox, Clooney's never took over as the hottest dive in the 'hood.

I had to wait outside the velvet rope for 2 hours to snap this pic.

I asked a few friends what they thought the bar of today was, and Latin American Club was the resounding winner.  ”They reinvented the margarita!,” exclaimed one.  “Legend has it that if you ask the right bartender for a water, they'll serve you a watered down gin and tonic instead” hinted another.  “What the fuck is the Latin American Club?” asked a third.  Are they right?  It's seems like it was just a year ago that you could go there pretty much any weekday night and get a table, now it's pretty much packed seven days a week.  They even raised the price of their signature pint of vomit and lost memories margarita by a buck.  Is L.A.C. really the spot in the Mission that has ascended to the height of popularity over the past 8 months?

(First photo by clarkrem)

Bender's New Portobello Mushroom Burger Rocks!

Guys, I know Bender's grill suffered a huge setback after Weird Fish left, but this new burger is bringing the grill back to its former glory. One giant Portobello mushroom, pesto and a heap of grilled feta on top.  It's pretty much the best eight buck meal in the Mission that isn't a burrito.  Plus, Bender's has some world class bathroom vandalism:

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