Mission District

Tip: Don't Steal Asiento's Curtains in a Rainstorm

Eater has a new series on shit people steal from bars and restaurants. Today's tale from Asiento reminds us all to always ask the bartender about the waterproofing of all potential raincoats:

The last time we had a surprise rain storm on a Wednesday night, someone stole the curtain from our front door window. And it was a burlap bag curtain so not very good at keeping them dry! And it was game night, which is mostly the neighborhood folks so that makes it even more perplexing.

For next time, might I recommend some copies of the Bay Guardian? You can find some on nearly every corner in the city and they're great at keeping you dry and mildly informed.

[Photo by David Spencer]

The Source of All of the Mission's Nighttime Woes are a Gourmet Cheese Shop, Apparently

TROUBLEMAKERS

When I think of the throngs of young drunk hooligans merrymaking down Valencia every weekend, all hootin' and hollerin' and making a gawddamned ruckus, I think of gourmet cheese.  One other neighbor agrees with that and took their complaint right up with the California Alcoholic Beverage Control, which denied Mission Cheese with a permit to stay open as late as 10pm.

Mission Cheese owner Sarah Dvorak explains in a statement to Mission Local:

Our current beer & wine permit only allows us to serve until 8 pm. We had to wait one year from the date our license was granted to apply to amend our hours. We want to stay open until 10, at least on Friday & Saturday evenings. We are constantly turning away disappointed potential customers when we close at 8. Some even think we’re joking when we say we are closed.

Last week we were visited by the SFPD who told us they were happy to have us in the neighborhood & should have no trouble getting the extra hours. Today I received a call that they will be denying our request because one individual in the 100 ft radius believes our business to be disruptive as is. Apparently one person is enough to deny the request.

Don't worry though, Sarah can take it up with a judge, who'll reexamine the case and consider making an exemption.  Until then, enjoy your quiet, cheese fart-free streets.

[Photo by Jen Rizzo]

New Chocolate Factory Not Associated With R. Kelly Months Away

I like chocolate, but I'm not sure about the name. Dandelion? Have you ever ate dandelions? They're gross and sour and foul and turn your tongue yellow. I was an idiot as a child.

Anyway, here's a mockup of what the inside of the chocolate/cafe is supposed to look like, opening in a “few months” on Valencia and 18th:

Can Someone Rent Groger's Western Store So We Can Drink There?

Groger's Western Store and their crazy barn building thing has been closed up since forever; now someone finally intends for something to happen to it.

It's a big old' building that has just been put up for rent—some 5,200 sq. feet of space with a worn interior, and they have back patio nearly that large, stretching all the way to Orange Alley (which they advise would be great for “outdoor seating”).  And while it's zoned for retail, this place is really screaming for a bar—a bar with swinging, wooden cafe doors that squeak when they're opened and rock back-and-forth shut; that lets the cool summer air breeze on in, day and night.  A bar that serves bland beer in dirty mugs; a bar infested with hovering flies dancing to the tune of the saloon piano…where outlaws go to drink beer, harass women, and get trigger happy when they rob the place. Like that Beastie Boys song.

Reader Chumpguy, who tipped us off to Groger's classified listing, breaks down the cost of leasing this dream:

It's $3.50 per square foot, making it $18,200 per month, assuming the yard is free. That's not out of line for commercial properties in San Francisco, which can go much higher in areas like Union Square. Basically, it would make an awesome restaurant with a large outdoor area, which could pay that amount. This is why burgers are $15.

$18.2k sure sounds like a lot of money for a bar with swinging wood doors, and $15 sure sounds like a lot of money to charge an outlaw for a burger.  But just look at that building—it's screaming to be the best bar in the Mission.

Some Background on TCB Courier

Different Workbook recently unleashed a nice profile of TCB Courier, the local bike messenger service that's about to deliver some sandos to my fucking face:

As part of a planet-spanning cycle messenger community, Chas and his friends witnessed the old paradigm for this type of business stop working. It used to be that bike courier businesses revolved around the financial district of a city. Fifteen years ago, at the height of the dot-com boom, the FiDi neighborhood in San Francisco was served by more than 500 cycle messengers. Yet between the Internet, fax machines, e-mail, and finally a seriously down economy, the traditional cycle delivery businesses began failing. “A dying system,” Chas says. Today, the downtown financial core of San Francisco is served by about 70 messengers.

So what do you do when you love to be on your bike every day and love the global messenger community you’re part of, and you’re watching the old ways of working die? These guys decided to create a company that revolved around a cultural center, not the financial center, of their city, to serve local individuals and businesses, and to provide a less expensive alternative to downtown bike messengers. As they created a service for their neighbors, TCB Courier was born. TCB stands for “takin’ care of business.” Today, they are bigger than expected. The business has expanded as other cycle messengers, living in other neighborhoods, decided they’d like to similarly serve their own neighborhoods. They called TCB and asked to join them and run their own neighborhoods.

Read on.

[Photo by John Daniel Reiss]

Can We Stop Calling Cesar Chavez Street "Army" Already?

Bernalwood recently came across this ridiculously rad logo for the now-defunct South of Army Mission Merchants Association on an empty storefront on 30th and Mission.  Just look at the damn thing: mighty, classic drawings of some our favorite SF landmarks, bold typography, and that line He Knows You-You Know Him?  Gold.

But it also reminds me of something that's been bugging me for some time now: can we stop calling Cesar Chavez Street “Army” already?  I get that you've been living here Before the Boom, and that's nice and much respect for that, but this isn't exactly a town known for supporting militarism and other such macho bullshit.  And it's not like Cesar Chavez was a bad guy.

Can't we all just be, you know, happy we no longer have to salute the Army every time drive to BevMo?  I live in San Francisco and buy shit whiskey by the crate to forget about the woes of the greater world, not remember we're fighting four wars.

The Mission District Remembered

Elliot Bamberger has set out to capture the wonder of San Francisco's various neighborhood cultures and art and structure and icons, doing so by filming little cropped blocks of everything nice and piecing it together in one big motion picture collage.  And, as you can see above, he's finally hit the Mission.

Here's what Elliot has to say about it:

The project seeks to preserve the cultural and architectural authenticity of select San Francisco neighborhoods and provide unseen perspectives, sometimes underlining the city's unique geologic landscapes. I have tried to capture culturally significant aspects of The Mission that may continue to disappear due to changes such as those brought on by gentrification. Furthermore, original San Francisco architecture may be altered to conform to the needs of new incoming businesses and residents or destroyed in natural disasters such as earthquakes or fires. Regardless, the relationship between the people of San Francisco and it's unique geologic foundation is ever changing so I would like to preserve the unique culture and architecture of the city within the medium of video as a document of what I have been so fortunate to experience from living here.

To be frank, I wouldn't have watched this entire thing if I wasn't so hungover (it's longgg).  But, if you're also feeling a little rough around the edges, or have some serious patience for art, do give it a watch:

Gawker: Food Critics RUINED Mission Chinese Food

UNLEASH THE FURY:

We live in a world of restaurant review oversaturation. The second some cool new place like Mission Chinese Food in San Francisco is discovered, its swarming with writers at the Times, Bon Appetit, GQ, and any other place that pays a food critic ungodly sums of money to live like a God. The end result is that such restaurants become overrun with critics and cameramen from Bourdain and the Food Network and you, the common man, will probably have to wait in line for six hours just to get in the fucking place. Food critics don't help readers find restaurants anymore. They RUIN them.

I say all this with the full understanding that most Yelp reviewers are fucking idiots. There's obviously a place in this world for professional food writing. But at this point, it feels as if the entire food critic culture has dissolved into one giant circle jerk, with writers hanging out with chefs and chefs hanging out with writers and chefs and writers judging reality shows together and living inside this bubble of obscene decadence that's completely disconnected from the everyday dining experiences of regular people.

Well, shit.  On one hand, it's easy to dismiss this “woe the common man” criticism as baseless, given MCF's humble beginnings as a cheap food truck parked on a smelly Mission St. corner—never mind their amazing charitable givings to the food bank.  But every time I walk past Mission Chinese with the hopes of delighting my mouth with heaps of Szechuan pickles and thrice cooked bacon, I'm confronted a giant gaggle of idiot food blogger pontificating about the so-called “food truck revolution” outside and walk right past to a cheaper-but-still-remarkable meal at Yamo or Big Lantern.

It wasn't always that way though.  When they first opened, I remember just walking up Lung Shan on a weeknight and sitting right down for dinner, paying a small sum for one of the most innovative meals around.  But that is an increasingly-distant memory, now that Danny Bowien is busy playing rock star with Vice and Bourdain.  Really, the only hopes a “common man” has to getting anywhere near the Mission's most sacred dinner is calling some bike messengers to go and get it for you, just so you can eat it out of a carton on your couch while watching last week's episodes of The Daily Show.

Was this the food critics' fault?  Did they vault these guys into the limelight and prop them up as Gods, making their food worthy of wasting 2 hours of your life on a shitty Mission Street sidewalk?  Perhaps.  Or maybe it's just that fucking good.

[Photo by Nicole Wong | via Grub Street]

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