2 bros + 1 bro-ette walking in stride to Anthony’s Cookie Shop for 3 matching snax.
2 bros + 1 bro-ette walking in stride to Anthony’s Cookie Shop for 3 matching snax.
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!
So this Saturday, I had the great pleasure of whiling away my hours at the Latin American Club!
What: Cutest little “dive-bar-masquerading-as-chic-venue” ever. Don’t be confused by the twinkle lights and the well-dressed thirty-somethings smoking expensive cigarettes out front. The dusty taxidermy behind the bar will remind you that yes, you are in fact home, drinking in another of the great and gritty Mish dives.
Where: 22nd and Valencia. Far enough from Mission Bar to make you feel fancy, but close enough to drunk food to keep your ‘tude in check.
Why: The bartenders are hella rad. I mean, yeah, they look pissed when you order your $8 Margarita of Doom (this shit will have you passed out on Market St. in no time!) But that’s just part of the L.A. love… Nothing says “Drink More Tequila” like an aggro eye-roll as you slap down your tip!
Also, this is a great place to commune with your fellow Mish-dwellers. Everyone here is spinning a super positive vibe… as long as you don’t knock elbows in the throng. Oh, and be sure to get on the crazy-secret Waiting List for a table by the door, just to make things legit. Talk to the bearded door guy, he’ll hook you up and keep you from getting your clock cleaned by a stilleto-ed cougar with a penchant for snacking on innocent revelers.
To conclude, I urge you to watch yo’ back out front, ya’ll – There’s a moat of broken glass that grows on the sidewalk periodically, but that’s just to make you feel like you’ve earned the right to drink mad ‘ritas with the best of the best.
MISH LOVE!
Armstrong out.
I went to this colorful taco and burrito joint on Mission street last night, La Corneta. I’ve walked by during daytime and been turned off by the loud horn music (is that where the name comes from?) and the long lines. It was close to empty last night, which was sweet. The only patrons were some guys visiting from France, some dudes from L.A. and some pot-bellied jock wearing plaid shorts and a backpack.
It was a nice and quiet place to enjoy what I was told was a fish taco (two fish filets stacked on beans with two small tortillas; completely unholdable/unfoldable, but delicious).
The French guys were asking the Los Angeleans where to go out for drinks and dancing, the Los Angeleans were trying to understand their Frenglish, and they were all clueless as to where they could boogie the night away. This raises the question: what is there to do on a Tuesday Night in San Francisco if you’re from L.A. or Lyon on vacation and want to shake it up a bit?
You know that clothing designer who makes outfits decorated by different combinations of embroidered skulls, roses, daggers and be-ribbonned words? Well I’m pretty sure I spotted a truck he painted driving down South Van Ness. You can tell it’s his by the fact that it’s very striking, it has red flowers, and there’s a big ol’ skull on it. All I can say is this: North Beach has nothing on The Mish.