Mission District

Cinco de Mayo Crackdown

Admittedly, I'm a fan of Latin American Club.  Reasonably priced drinks, outdoor seating, and easily some of the strongest pours in the Mission.  Plus, sometimes it's nice to take a break from the Jameson/PBR doldrums of Mission dives and have yourself a pint of tequila.  What's not to love?

The problem is everyone else is a fan of LAC, and I don't mean that in the “I was a fan before you were a fan” sorta way.  Rarely a night goes by when the place isn't packed—hot and sweaty, slow service from irritated bartenders, and so on.  So imagine my surprise last night, Cinco de Mayo of all nights, to walk past this place and see it only a third full.  Figuring I'd seize the opportunity, I went up to go in only to get denied.  “I hate to say it, but we're at capacity.”  What the what?  According to the bouncer, SFPD went around to bars, began enforcing capacity limits, and promised to return and make sure everyone was sticking to the limits.

No doubt a bummer to the bartenders, as last night was a key night to clean up vomit and bank a grip of cash from bros wearing blinking LED necklaces.  I just hope this doesn't become a new thing in the neighborhood.

Shitty Traffic

There I was, biking down Bryant and minding my own business when BAM, there's some puppy dropping a fresh BM in the middle of the street.  Fearing death and a feces-covered downtube, I jumped up on the sidewalk the quickness, giving the dog plenty of space to do his thing.

The dog's owner, clearly embarrassed by his young pup's bowel control, started mumbling about finding a bag to clean the mess up, when his tallboy-wielding friend started yelling: “You don't need a bag!  It's not on the sidewalk!  The law says you don't have to have to pick up shit on the street!  Let's gooooo.” (It's not the law) The guy looked at his friend, looked at me, looked at his dog, shrugged and was on his way.

Now some poor Scion's wheel well is covered in shit.

(Side note #1: Did I really just fact-check some day-drunk dudes walking a puppy with impatient bowels?)

(Side note #2: What's up with Coors Light being all about the Giants?  Not that it's unprecedented for beer companies to be all about whatever team helps them sell beer, but doesn't Coors have their brand all over some other team?  Mixed messages!)

Ponnytailed Child Bummed Out About Losing Park Space

Speaking of park closures, a few of Mission garage doors have been converted into “NO PARK” pieces over the last few days—one near Shotwell's and this one across from Mission Playground on Valencia.  Perhaps Chicken John is finding new ways to protest the privatization of Dolores Park without losing his questionable grasp of the English language?

Mission Playground To Close For Renovations

Not that I ever go to this park or anything, but Mission Playground and Pool is set to close down for 14 months starting next week.  Bummer if you play basketball and like street food, I suppose.

On the positive side, all the tennis and basketball courts are being resurfaced, there will be a new artist-designed fence (instead of the boring chain-link fence we have now), fresh turf on the soccer field, a renovated club house, and features “to make the park more inviting.”  Full notice below:

Get to Know Your Local Comics at Uptown Almanac's Locally-Sourced Pop-Up Comedy Night

Believe it or not, San Francisco is full of funny people.  Most of those people aren't bloggers and are usually forced to travel to North Beach to be funny.  This is clearly unacceptable.

So: GET FUCKING DRUNK AND MEET YOUR LOCAL COMICS NEXT TUESDAY AT THE ROXIE. Our legal department tells us that we cannot advertise that there will be “free beer” at the event, so there won't be any of that, but there will be plenty of complimentary PBR to wet your whistle.  And when the show's all wrapped up, we'll head to Delirium and have ourselves a round.

In summary:
Tuesday, May 10th at 7:30 @ The Roxie [16th and Valencia]
Tickets [$6.50] on sale now.
Afterparty at Delirium.
Laughs provided by:

Also, there's a Facebook event for those of you interested in telling Mark what you're up to.

Bombay Ice Creamery Returns

Someone has covered all the lightposts along Valencia at 16th with a notice that Bombay Bazar and Ice Creamery has reopened on SVN.  Rejoice!

For the unfamiliar, Bombay Ice Creamery was among this blogger's preferred ice cream spots around town, selling dozens of flavors at a time, including birthday cake (which was about as gluttonous as it sounds), saffron rose, and one helluva cookies n' cream.  Plus, you could eat ice cream while reupping your supply of fresh-ish paneer and somosas.  But suddenly last fall they closed up shop, leaving a field of debris where the creamery once stood.  It was rumored that it was closed for health code violations, but the big fat eviction notice lead passersby to speculate that the closure might have occurred for other reasons.

The big question at this point is whether or not they can survive at their new location, as 245 South Van Ness is practically under the 101.  Not exactly the place anyone heads for a cone on a warm day.

Corncob Butters Up Local Lady

This has to be one of the most confusing murals I've ever seen.  Why isn't this woman wearing any pants?  What kind of self-respecting corn on the cob listens to Bakersfield nu-metal?  And most importantly, corn doesn't have arms.

Artists' Television Access Memorializes KUSF

ATA's window on Valencia is now full of old KUSF art and memorabilia: busted stereos, station photos, posters, and some beat up old headphones.  The display urges passersby to brush up on the “Save KUSF” campaign, which is currently in limbo until we all find out if the FCC approves the sale of the station's transmitter or not which, yeah, we all hope doesn't happen.  In the meantime, swing by ATA next time you're in the area and take a look at the good ol' days of Sonic Youth concerts and San Francisco radio by real San Franciscans.

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