Mission District

Two Park Movies, One Night

As I'm sure everyone in San Francisco with some degree of internet access already knows, Dolores Park will be hosting a movie night this Saturday.  The final movie night of season will feature the Cohen Bros classic The Big Lebowksi.  

But not down with Dolo, you say?  Think you might puke white russian all over the cute hipster chick sitting on the grass in front of you if you have to sit through Lebowksi for the seven hundred and sixty third time since Freshmen year of college??  Over Thirty Five years old and have questionable taste in movies or a strange Will Smith fetish???

Then Duboce Park has got a night for you!!!  

The Friends of Duboce Park have arranged their first ever movie screening with the San Francisco set Pursuit of Happyness, presumably to ensure a luke warm start to the program and while simultaneously deterring anyone who might consider defecting over from the Dolores Park set.  

Pursuit of Hapyness @ Duboce starts at 7:30pm.  The Big Lebowski @ Dolores starts at 8:00pm, and will be the final Dolores Park movie of the season.  

See you at Dolo.

Banksy Clone "Bankme 2" Strikes Again

Reader Jessica B. snapped this the other night:

Sorry for the shitty cellphone-at-dusk pic. The pig's eye is a dollar sign. SNAP!

Next to the Indian on Sycamore at Mission.

This is the second hit we've seen this week, the first being a raccoon in Chinatown.  I guess we can start looking forward to more badass stencil art littering our walls for weeks to come?

NIMBYs Butcher Mission Bike Festival

The Mission Bicycle Festival, which goes down Sunday at noon on Lapidge at 18th and is full of fun shit like trackstand competitions, unicycle basketball and other circus-quality events, has fallen prey to the NIMBY neighbors that surround Dolores Park.  Originally, MBF was going to be an all day event with lots of live music, music bikes, a community picnic at Mission Pool, food and beer.  However, when Mission Bicycle originally proposed the event to the ISCOTT committee (the group that approves street closures for events), a police officer pulled event organizer Jefferson (himself a resident of Lapidge) into the hallway to tell him that there are neighbors known to oppose these events and it would “never happen” unless he personally reached out to the neighbors and worked with them to reshape the event.

Sure enough the officer was right: three neighbors, citing concerns of trash, urine, and noise bothering young children and a man “recovering from cancer,” submitted formal complaints to the committee and the harmless festival was denied.  The ISCOTT committee wouldn't tell Jefferson the names of who complained, so in order to actually move forward, he had to ask around and knock on doors.  Eventually he found the NIMBYS and they came to a compromise.

The community picnic at the pool was canceled.  The festival was forced to keep the event concentrated at the Women's Building to reduce traffic down Lapidge.  The event was reduced from all day to 4 hours.  Beer was removed from the event and amplified noise was reduced to a pathetic 15 minute window. At that point, the three neighbors actually wrote into the committee to withdraw their opposition while ten neighbors wrote into the board complaining about the event being curtailed.

The latter had no effect: apparently the negative neighbors who are down on bikes enjoy a veto power on community events in this town.  I guess this is the city's attitudes towards cyclists and block parties.  If some businesses want to shut down 18th street to roast a pig in the middle of the road, it's no worries if it rubs a few neighbors the wrong way, but bikers are left to beg for mercy.

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! 

STILL BROKE AS FUCK

If you haven't gotten embarrassingly drunk in public lately, might I recommend going to Broke-Ass Stuart's party tomorrow night?  One-buck PBR pints and soul music sure do sound nice, but I'm going for the awesomeness and the 4 foot tall Connect Four.

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)

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