Mission District

Update: Victims of the Zeitgeist Bikepocalypse Can File Insurance Claims

Following up on Saturday's accident at the Zeitgeist bike corral that saw 30+ rides wrecked, the SF Bike Coalition learns that victims can go to Mission Station to file an insurance claim:

The SF Bicycle Coalition has confirmed with the Mission Police Station that the driver of the vehicle did stop and provide their insurance information.  If your bicycle was one of the bikes damaged in the crash, go to the Mission Police Station and provide a description of your bike. You will receive a case number and details to file an insurance claim.

Now we get to wait and see if the city will bother to replace the month-old corral, or just chalk it up to bad planning.

Pal's TakeAway Does Brunch

One of our favorite sando spots is taking on the task of battling our weekend hangovers, according to Eater SF:

The sandwich buffs over at Pal's Takeaway will be adding some brunch selections starting this Saturday, including warm brown butter river dog egg salad, smoked trout, coffee-smoked ham, minted Greek yogurt with rooftop honey drizzle, Nutella and berries on pan de mie and “some other yet to be decideds.”

Full menu up Friday!

[Eater | Photo by slowpoke]

BUMmer shooting on 24th and Folsom

It seems there has been an unfortunate uptick of daylight shootings in the Mission in recent weeks, first with the shooting on 24th and Harrison, and now with a shooting across the street from Philz on 24th and Folsom. According to Mission Local, the gang task force has been called in to investigate, but good news, the victim was able to get himself to the hospital without assistance:

The victim got into an argument with two or three men in their early 20s, one of whom shot him in the buttocks, said police. The victim arrived at SF General Hospital on his own accord with non-life-threatening injuries.

Glad to hear he's going to be alright, but I imagine all that money he saved on an ambulance will be spent on re-upholstering his car.

Frutilandia's New Old Signage

Frutilandia, that Puerto Rican joint on 24th that I always think is a nail salon, tore down their signage to expose this forgotten wonder.  And maybe I'm alone on this one, but gazing into that dumb frog's dazed eyes has me unexpectedly itching to try their dinner.

Mini Golf in the Mission

Ever wonder what all these new 24th Street art galleries actually do for money?  Host a mini-golf 'pop-up', that's what.  For $2 a round (decidedly cheaper than grabbing the next flight to New York for a free round at Bushwick Country Club), you can putt a few balls indoors, just like you did when you were a horny teen.

Of course, who the hell knows when they're actually open for business, as they were closed Sunday afternoon—a seemingly perfect time to get a few bucks out of the wallets of some nostalgic sunburnt drunks.  But should you want to chance it for a round, you can head over to 24th and Treat (just down from Mission Skateboards) and rattle their gates yourself.

Lost Tour Group?

I think I found your tour group on Valencia.  They were looking at some map that didn't even have the Mission on it and couldn't stop posing for photos with a Rhea's sandwich.  Contact Animal Control to claim them.

An Open Letter to Popo's Pizza

Dear Popo's Pizza,

That's me and my fat lil' hand holding your menu and a cookie.  See, I was hurting for a good slice of pizza last night and heard you just opened up at 24th and Bartlett.  The pizza options around these parts aren't particularly mind-blowing, so giving your pie a shot seemed like a reasonable idea.  But when I walked in, I didn't see any tables, seating, or pizza.  In fact, it looked like an Apple Store with a menu.

I asked the very pleasant counter guy if you sold slices, but he told me that you don't serve slices, only personal 8” pizzas that starting at $7.50.  That's a lot of pizza for my fat lil' hands to hold, and probably too much for my belly to contain too.

“Yeah, I get that,” the counter guy sympathized as he handed me a free cookie along with a menu, encouraging me to call you up next time I want some delivery.

And as I walked down Bartlett towards an assurdedly less tasty slice from Escape From New York, eating that free cookie, I couldn't help but be impressed by the service you gave towards a guy who clearly was not going to pay you for an 8” pizza.  If the service was that good, how great must the pizza be?

But, see, I can't get over the slice situation.  I know you're new to the neighborhood and probably don't know how things work around here, so maybe you didn't know we're drunk sometimes.  And sometimes drunk people need pizza extremely badly.  Waiting 10+ minutes for an 8” pizza doesn't really work with the shortened patience of a sometimes drunk person, and the $7.50 is kind of a lot of money to scrounge up on second dinner.

So, maybe consider serving slices?  Pretty please with a drizzle of black truffle oil on top?

Sincerely,
A Sometimes Drunk Person in the Mission

(P.S. Please change the mushroom on your logo.  My cat once ate a mushroom that looked like that and immediately puked it up and I had to clean up mushroom cat puke and now all I can think of is cat puke.)

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