We went to a super fun indoor block party in a garage space this weekend, it was a to the awesome. Check out the vid of the revelry!
Hope everyone else at the party had as good a time as these folks!
We went to a super fun indoor block party in a garage space this weekend, it was a to the awesome. Check out the vid of the revelry!
Hope everyone else at the party had as good a time as these folks!
If there is one thing we are all about, it’s breakfast. The Mish has no shortage of options and we take advantage like it’s our job.
However, this weekend we discovered that changes are afoot in the Breakfast World of the Mish. Hold on to your Topsiders – We have some serious updates, right here and right now.
1) Punjab Breakfast – FREE MIMOSAS, YA’LL! Though this place is most commonly known for serving up a mean plate of lo mein, they will hook you up with a baller all-American breakfast that will blow your Mish Mind. (Photo evidence below.) We walked in looking for matar paneer, found out it was actually a Chinese restaurant, and then got the hook up on the omelette menu. WHAT?! They open at ten a.m. and if you order off the breakfast list, mimosas are on the house.
Oh, and did we mention everything comes with like, seven side dishes (plus lonely strawberry garnish?) Prices comparable to The Fountain.
2) THE FOUNTAIN – Twice the rad, half the wait!
That’s right, your favorite fashion-forward crowded-ass diner took over the lingerie store next door, opening up more seating than you shake a stick at. We haven’t figured out yet how the waiters are getting back and forth between the “main hall” and “the annex” (as a co-eater described them) but I only had time to smoke one Parliament while waiting for a table, as opposed to the usual three. NICE.
Their menu also has a few new items, including a vegan version of The Nebulous Potato Thing. The mimosas aren’t free here, but the waiter ‘tudes will really help kickstart your day.
3) NENA’s (Mission and Cortland) – Don’t try to get breakfast here. Something has gone terribly awry and breakfast is only available Monday through Friday. (I know. I don’t get it either.) Their yogurt parfait sounds great. But we wouldn’t know. It was Saturday and they wouldn’t give it to us. LAME.
We hope your hang-overs find this information useful and wish all the brunch-munchers great success. Good luck out there.
Armstrong out.
La Taqueria claims to have “The Best Tacos and Burritos in the Whole World!!!” What a bold claim! We decided to have a Burrito Off. La Taqueria versus it’s next door neighbor, Elsy’s. The results may surprise you!
Alice went to Elsy’s and I went to La Taqueria to order our burritos. Super Veggie from Elsy’s and Veggie with sour cream and guac from La Taqueria. The prices leaned Elsy’s way ($4.50 vs $5.20), but both burritos took the same amount of time to be made.
Bonus! Elsy’s come with chips! And salsa that smells like childhood Pizza Hut dipping sauce but hits like a rubber band on the tongue. Score one for the chica.
Similar size and similar mass, it took ripping the foil off to discover the delectable differences between these pill-shaped dinners.
The first thing to notice is the tortilla. The Elsy’s tortilla is grilled and crispy like a night on the town, while the Taqueria tortilla is smooth like a night in bed. The ingredients are quite different, too. On the left we have a drippy salsa, sour cream, guacamole, cheese and beans, where on the right we have the same but add lettuce, white rice and carrots. In the end it was no contest. A burrito without rice is like a man without a pistol, insubstantial.
So in conclusion, with over 50% of the vote, Elsy’s SUPER Veggie Burrito beats out La Taq’s Veggie Burrito Plus Extras. No contest. Viva Elsy’s Burritos!
While visiting the South End Grill ‘n’ Bar for some P&T the other day, we found ourselves under a really sweet photorealistic painting of Valencia street.
Highlights include:
We love this painting. But, while mowing down on our happy hour half-priced macaroni (WIN), Alice and I began a list of things they forgot:
Nice work, South End. Nice work.
Just thought you should all know that there is going to be some sweet art going up tonight at Triple Base Gallery. It’s on 24th Street by the Dirty Thieves Tavern. It goes from 7:00 to 10:00 pm with free imbibements. MMM.

This art makes you think.
A few weeks back, I met a guy named Hans who works at Google at an awesome bar in the Mish called Blenders (more on that some other day). He told me that if there was one thing I had to do this summer, it’s go to Chicago to see the Pitchfork Music Fest. And so we went!
Chicago is a great place, with great street art and graffiti culture.
I’m told that Chicago wants really bad to be Frisco, and we found some evidence. Chicago has a bar called “Beauty Bar” just like in the Mish, and check out the tag on the window:

This funny looking frog picture was taken on MISSION STREET in THE MISH. Stop stealing our frogs, Chicago!
There is also incredible bathroom art!
But enough about the art and the city, there was music to be enjoyed. We had a great time watching some of the best unkown acts we had ever seen! Video highlights after the jump!
So there I was, stumbling down Orange Alley with Robby to my left and a can of grape Four Loko to my right, when an outcropping of these totes magical rainbow sticks appeared. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that they were an artful attempt to throw my nose for MISH SCOOP off the scent…. NICE TRY GANG-DOODS. We found the way into your doom-cave despite the sneakery:
I learned that the gang is called the NorCal Pickl Club (largely from the sign on the door) and they have been responsible for several instances of “Rainbow Sticking” all over the effing hood. Robby and I were hella tripped out, especially when we snuck in for an even closer look and discovered the following:
Against my better judgment, Robby thought we should try to gain access but we were stopped in our trax by their security system:
I really wish I had known about this before moving to The Mish. I’m not sure I’ll feel safe walking to Glooncey’s by myself anymore.
Armstrong Out.