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Mission Beach Cafe Not Paying Their Employees?

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

Days after the neighborhood was rocked by news that Mission Beach Cafe's compostable forks have tendency to break, we couldn't help but notice reports that they had shut down “until further notice.”  Oddly, their pastry case was full and presumably safe for affluent human consumption, and it seems really unlikely that anyone would close a restaurant on account of defective greenwave.

So what was really behind the closure?  They told Eater that it was because of a “gas leak”, which strikes us as made up, given the lack of Twitter freak-out and the fact they couldn't pin down a reopening date.  And there are two neighbors claiming on Twitter that the staff “walked out” because “they didn't get paid.”

It's curious that a popular restaurant with near-constant lines out the door and $15 huevos rancheros on the menu would be struggling to pay their kitchen staff (or, worse, deliberately not doing so).  Then again, it's all a rumor.

For now, they're back open—their gas leak is 'fixed'.  We'll update if we hear more.

[Photo by dvtdl?]

Previously on Uptown Almanac: 

The Crippling Disappointment of a Broken Fork

— By Alissa |

This really cuts me to my core

Our pals over at Mission Mission posted this picture of a broken fork last week and we thought it was just too upsetting not to share. We felt the need to repost this for a couple of reasons. First of all, Mission Beach Cafe is goddamn delicious, so we can only imagine the crushing disappointment of a fork breaking mid-meal. Just imagine it - one minute you're standing there shoveling food into your maw and then the next minute, SNAP! Your flimsy environmentally-friendly potato fork has done gone broken in half. What trauma! What grief! How do you even proceed? Look how runny those delicious breakfast eggs are. You can't very well pick up runny yolks with your hands and eat them. You're not an animal! I guess you could try to find another fork, but who even has time for that business when your hot delicious breakfast is cooling before your very eyes? Besides, a metal fork would probably poke straight through the bottom of your yolk-soaked container. And a knife? Forget it. 

We hesitated to reach out to your Mission Mission authors for fear of renewing the trauma of a broken fork. It must be hard enough to get over something like that to begin with, without a bunch of bloggers calling you for comment. In any case, we thank Mission Mission for bringing this critical neighborhood news to our attention. View the harrowing details of the original post here.