— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The “Fear the Beard” phenomenon might be getting little played out, but this window deserves some props. Head over to 20th and Mission or blow it up big to see it in its full glory.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This mobile mural was parked outside of Noisebridge last night, complete with a spiked leather choker-clad Hello Kitty wheelin' oranges up and down Mission. Also, I have no idea where that third arm is coming from, but, you know, cats are weird, so it's acceptable.
(Thanks Gray P.!)
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
What's going on here, St. Francis? Did someone spike your tofu scramble with a dose of anxiety and the curdled blood of Jeanmarie Guenot? Nothing screams “Eat here!” like the specter of a hungover 23-year-old wearing a decaying Pantera tshirt whipping the authorities into a frenzy when I take a swig of Wild Turkey at nine thirty on a Sunday morning.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I always wanted a pair of ponies for my birthday growing up. Some people just have it all.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
While on the topic of local authors, The Bold Italic got a sneak peak of Mission Street Food's new cookbook, set to be released later this month (and potentially available now at Mission Chinese Food):
Mission Street Food is more than your average cookbook. It chronicles the development of Myint and Leibowitz's journey through food, starting from their days of operating a food cart, to their days of hosting Mission Street Food with guest chefs on Tuesdays and Sundays, and finally, to the present, of running Mission Chinese Food.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The newly opened Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem is certainly shaping up to be an interesting bar. Early reviewers on Yelp hate it, so they're probably doing something right. The food's good, the beer prices are within the margin, and they're currently building out a giant outdoor patio with terraced seating so you can spend lazy Sunday's drinking outdoors and watching a Giants game. But beyond the bar's name and signage, this place has nothing to do with The Muppets, which apparently some people take issue with.
The bar's owner, Mark, says it's mainly a legal thing. Disney sued some 80 businesses last year for infringing on the Muppets trademark. So rather risk a lawsuit by having an unsanctioned Muppet bar, the interior is literally a bunch of dental office artifacts (down to the bucket of lollipops and toys) and electrical mayhem [pictured above]. And while that may bum a bunch of people out, at least they're being clever about it.
But really, anyone who is coming here for the interior is severely missing the point: the food is the jam. The sweet potato tater tots are reason enough to eat here over other Mission bar n' grills, but they have plenty other options. Waffle fries, a house-made veggie burger (which is on the level of Bender's black bean burger and far better than Zeitgeist's), various sandwiches and salads, and an entire tater tot menu that includes tatchos. That's right, a goddamn tater tot nacho plate. And for those of you interested in burning your mouth and crying while you eat, they even have a ghost pepper hot sauce that they make you sign a waiver to eat:
The final highlight is the bar's reverse happy hour, which is a free pony Pacifico with every shot ordered after 10pm on Thursdays thru Sundays. And perhaps that's what makes this place tick: doing things differently. It's by no means a typical Mission dive bar, and never claims to be. Sure, the place is modern; but it does a few things right, namely feeding you and getting you drunk. If that's what's most important, then this place will do you right.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Saturday is shaping up to be pretty fucking nuts: Phono del Sol kicks off at noon, Alkaline Trio plays at Slim's, and if you haven't had your fill of music for the day, why not crowd-surf to The Casket Lottery while downing two dollar beers in the Mission's “hub of consequences”?
Here're the relevant details from Kris and Patric:
Diary is turning two years old, HOLY SHIT. We're super pumped to be celebrating with you guys! Who knew it would have lasted this long and we'd still be seeing crowd-surfing awesomeness?! To celebrate, we're loading up on gifts to give away. But there's a catch!
Dig through your archives and find the funniest old-school photo of you looking your punk or emo best and bring it in for us. We'll post it up on a wall of fame for the night and judge winners to receive prizes (records, DVDs, fun stuff).
If you're like me and left all your old photos in state which you were raised, you're shit outta luck, but you can always bring some old, decaying tshirt that hasn't fit you in 6 years and nail it up to the wall.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Bender's Whiskey Wednesdays have been getting so popular as of late that they've actually had to post the formula for Thursday morning hangovers around the bar. Well, now you know.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This Friday, our favorite neighborhood theater, The Roxie, 21st Amendment and CellSpace are hosting “the best roller disco movie party of the summer.” The Roxie will be showing the Scott Baio (just ask anyone born before the Cobain assassination who he is) feature, “Skatetown, U.S.A.,” pouring cheap 21st Amendment beer for the crowd, and then sending everyone over to CellSpace for their infamous roller disco party.
If you're unfamiliar with the film, the trailer says it all: terrible music, a bad haircut on wheels discharging a firearm, a man wearing a top hat with beard covered in cocaine, tits, and Patrick Swayze. From the trailer's YouTube description:
The third installment in the devil's unholy trilogy of godawful Eighties roller disco flicks meant to destroy mankind's collective sense of good taste once and for all. Naturally, I could not possibly recommend this movie any more highly.
Patrick Swayze’s big screen debut! Two hunks are pitted against one another in a skate competition at a roller disco. At stake? A thousand bucks and a moped. Ninety-eight minutes of non-stop music, roller skating and comedy. According to her autobiography, former Brady Bunch starlet Maureen McCormick fell into severe cocaine addiction on the set of this movie. FREE TUBE SOCKS! BEER!
If you want to take part of this drunken, cocaine-fueled evening for free, tell us your best 4-wheeled, tube sock, or cocaine story in the comments, and if we like it, we'll hook you up with a pair of tickets. Otherwise, you can go score yourself some tickets for $10 over at the Roxie's website.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Did you know that Eggo waffles were invented in San Jose? If that's not reason enough to Kill Your Eggo and banish its cold, delicious buttermilk corpse into the deepest of graves, then I don't know what is.