If you make it to Dolores park today, try heading down under the bridge. There is a performance art exhibition going on all weekend. The theme: angry Latin poetry. This guy’s an artist. Look for him under the fart graffiti.
Watch out for the Muni!
Archive for April, 2011
Is that Latin poetry?
April 23, 2011The Great Straw Debate
April 12, 2011As some of you may have noticed, the St. Francis Fountain have changed their straws. Gone are the halcyon days of the neighborhood favorite paper barbershop straws. Instead we get plastic ones in soulless blue and clear.
Old straws: melt in your mouth
New straws: do not melt in your mouth (bad)
So maybe you can actually get through a milkshake in under 3 straws (5 if you’re wet-of-lip), but who cares? What really matters in an establishment of this type is the old timey feel. When I go to The Fountain, I want an experience. I want to feel like I’m stepping into the 1950s, a whole world of nostalgia I never lived through. This whole a plastic straw thing, that just ruins the illusion. I think I’m not alone on this one.
What do you think, The Mish?
BREAKING: FREE SHINGLES SHOTS
April 10, 2011
Walk-Ins Welcome.
Apparently we’ve got a bunch of do-gooders at 26th and South Van Ness. I bet they got the syringes from the guys at Vic’s Grocery across the street.
Looking for a place to watch the Final Four while maintaining your sense of ironic detachment? Try The Phone Booth.
April 1, 2011That festival of beerdranking, debauchery and gambling is upon us.
No, not Punks V. Hipster Fight Club night. It’s the FINAL FOUR. Real sports fans head out to places like Kilowatt and The Phoenix to catch the end of the tourney, but what if you’re the kind of person who thinks that Butler is the school that Jeffrey from the Fresh Prince went to, or want to watch some roundball with a tall can of Tecate while wearing a shiny 70s Hoosiers jersey and a rainbow headband. What about you? Where can you go?
The USPS takes a liquid lunch
The place for you is The Phone Booth. Since the 2010 Giants World Series run and historic victory for beards, The Peebs has transitioned from a place where you can ironically listen to “La Roux” and smoke cigarettes indoors to a place where you can ironically watch “The Super Bowl” or “Glee” and smoke cigarettes indoors (but not at the bar).
Much like love, watching college Basketball is a battlefield. And much like Pat Benetar, girls at the Phone Booth are not afraid of the Leotard.
These Phone-boothers bask in the blue tint of another San Jose Sharks victory.
So no matter which type of animals you like (Huskies, Rams, Tar Heels or Wildcats) the Phone Booth is a great place to enjoy the end of March Madness and maybe wake up in a ditch afterwards.
Alice Armstrong
Robby Aberdeen
