Perhaps one of the most upsetting things about the Mission is lack of sandwich options past 5pm.  We realize this isn't Brooklyn, with all their delicious 24-hour delis and other such shenanigans, but the inability to down a sando for dinner has become a distressing reality in a times of need.

Luckily, the iconoclasts at Hot Press, opening today on Mission between 25th and 26th, have forsaken this modus operandi and will be serving up hella paninis until 10pm—which we realize might not be late-night in everyone's mind, but it's late-night in sandwichland.  Plus, they have tons of veggie and non-veggie paninis on their menu, and some crazy-looking waffle-ice cream desert monstrosity that I cannot wait to eat two of:

I'm certain we'll be eating here reallll soon.  And if we like it, we'll be sure to tell you all about it.  Hell, if we don't like it, we'll probably tell you about it anyway (after all, as a wise woman once told me, “If you have nothing nice to say, blog”).  Stay tuned.

[Second pic by Thrillist]

Several inconsistencies have emerged in the alleged Monday morning rape at the corner of 19th and Capp.

Originally, a letter circulated by a friend of the alleged victim claimed the rape was reported to the police and the victim received stitches at San Francisco General Hospital:

The rape was reported at SFGH as well as in a police report, and also to SF WAR. If necessary, my friend is willing to provide hospital records with her name blacked out as evidence.

However, both SFPD and SF General claim to have no records of the incident occurring, according to reports in both SF Appeal and Mission Local.

Initially, in spite of not reporting the crime to the police, the victim was quite willing to talk to the press in hopes of preventing future rapes:

The victim, who sounded shaken up by the experience, came forward to Mission Local because she wants to warn others about the incident, she said.

“I don’t want someone else in this situation,” she said. “Hopefully we can get people notified and be careful.”

The original Facebook post authored by the victim's friend, which claimed the police and Mission blogs were not responding to the crime, has been since deleted from Facebook.  SF Appeal then contacted said friend, who provided the victim's phone number.  However, that conversation did not yield any answers:

When contacted by the Appeal, however, the woman who answered the phone said she was done talking about the attack, ending the call by saying.

“Lose my number. I'm done with this fucking shit, goodbye.”

We can only hope this was a fabricated story, otherwise this speaks volumes of the competency of SFPD.  (And should it be true, we join SFPD in imploring the victim to report the crime.)

UPDATE: The friend of the victim has denied ever talking to the SF Appeal.

I was walking down Valencia a little while ago and spotted this succulent window display (I don't remember expect when—I unsuccessfully tried to repress the ordeal).  Is this really necessary?  No one wants to be bombarded with the image of 4-year-old mannequin sucking the teet of its 26-year-old mannequin mother when stumbling down the street in search of a smoothie.  And think of how that poor little mannequin will feel when it's all grown up and living its young adult mannequin life… being the laughing stock of lunch room in its plastic high school.

All to sell some breast-feeding foot stools.  For shame.

Well, it looks like construction crews are now dismantling the giant Cine Latino marquee signage, killing our hopes for the building's new tenants to do something profoundly rad with it.  Bummer.

Now, if someone can go gather the pieces and haul them off to Bender's, that would be much appreciated.

(Also, from the looks of it, they are unearthing the old Crown Theater signage that preceded Cine Latino.)