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KRUA = Suck A$$ Club

December 6, 2011

Oh em gee, Mish-Fish, we are back and… WTF? There are approximately 7 jillion new restaurants blowing up the ‘hood, people with bad clothes are happier than ever, and you still can’t wear red past Cesar Chavez.

Robby and I decided to dive into some Mission mayhem this weekend, so we went to check out the new nightclub, KRUA (just a stroll away at 16th and Guerrero.) Apparently this used to be some lame-ass Thai resto, but we heard that the owners got hip to the needs of the neighbs.  They are def gunning to be the next A1A Steak Lounge.  Natch.

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Xanax does NOT REQUIRE SILVERWARE, PPL. ( I can't sit down in this dress ne way.)

Geared up for some srs J-Pop, I decked out in my best six inch sling-backs + tiny tube shirt-dress, picked up Mr. Aberdeen (crucial accessory) and started getting crazy sloppy on those whiskey-filled chocolate balls. (It’s XMAS BIA!) When we got to KRUA, though, I was all “Where’s the line?” For reals, people, there were approximately negative five humans in the place. Maybe has something to do with the fact that they are totes crowding the dance floor w/ weird-ass tables. (Or weird ass-tables?)  Oh and NO LIQUOR? WTF? How am I supposed to get crunk and make out with hella strangerz?

Verdict: KRUA Thai is NOT where the party is at.  Unless you are into free ice water and cracking your shins on aluminum chairs while you get your freak on.

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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.

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Parking Like A Pro [Part 2]

July 8, 2010

COMPACT

I’m going to stop worrying about where I park my cruiser.

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Carnaval in the Mish! What? What!

June 7, 2010

Last weekend, Alice and I were unexpectedly bombarded with cultures up the whoa.  It was crazy rad.  Here’s a little photolog of some of the events and scenery we peeped on Sunday morn/afternoon.

Delivery Truck Float - Comes with attached femalez.

There was a parade busting through the Mish.  I’m not sure when it started, but it lasted forever.  There were hella floats and mad peeps in colorful feathers shaking their booties in various rhythms.

And who knew there were so many dance-fighting troupes in San Francisco?  Props to the elderly dancers and dance-fighters keeping it real.

This mullet is completely unironic.

The crowd was pretty eclectic.  See haircut above.  Legit.

Some pirates looking for booty. They should have hooked up with the Delivery Truck Float.

On Harrison Street, there was a potentially related street fair featuring meat, meat and meat galore.  And just when Alice and I thought everyone in the Mish was totes over the whole carnivore thing!  Way to keep us guessing, ‘hood!

I made sure to buy myself a few wolf shirts at one of the boutique fashion stands.  There was a large stage, a medium stage and one garage with live music of the following genres: Funk, Little Kids Rapping and Screamo.  Sick.

Alice loves this band. Especially the way the singer kept wrapping the mic cord around his neck. "Screamo's back? It's NOOSE to me!"

There was even some action outside the metal-detector protected boundaries of the street fair.  All around the ‘hood there were many people (“hipsters?”)  displaying some brightly colored and shiny cars.  Party on 21st St, and everyone was invited!

This little pink car looks like a lemon.

Back on Mission Street, it was a car-free affair.  I hope you already stocked up on some children’s pimp outfits – The joint is now closed.

It's a sad sad day for tiny child pimps.

After all the insanity, everyone left the Mish and lounged away in the sun at the very lovely DP.

Hey, isn't that the guy from La Corneta?

All things considered, we had a fun day in the Mish, with no stabbings or pies to the face.

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The Notorious Megan (Stone Cold Killah)

May 10, 2010

Did you know that Mish grade-schools have decided to start teaching “Tagging” as part of the core curriculum?  Below is photo evidence of what I can only assume is a recent field trip, to put that paint into practice.

That "M" could use some work, homeslice.

I don’t think Megan has taken the workshop on “Choosing Your Handle” yet.   I mean, I like that she’s keeping it real by throwing up mad props to the name her mama gave her.   But the Mission po-po don’t mess around, Miss Megan; might as well have slapped your student ID up there, too.

Oh! And look! MEGAN HAS FUN WITH FONTS!

A Unique Twist on "Sans Serif!"

Two tags + two fonts + one wall + given name =  A+.   A-fucking-plus.

Yours,

Alice

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Latin American Club For The Win

April 26, 2010

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.

That horse is about to be wicked tanked.

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.

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How would you like your lion, sir?

April 5, 2010

I spent the good part of a rainy Easter Sunday wandering around the Mish looking for some Easter treats.  There were none to be found.  What I DID find, however, were two grocery stores on the same block with the same name: Casa Guadalupe.

The smaller one is beside “Mision Pie” and has a #2 on its banner.  (We’re assuming the bigger one down the road is #1.)  In any case, it’s #1 in my books. They didn’t have any xocolate eggs.  They DID have this:

Simba?

Are these lions free-range?  Factory farmed lions are the WORST.

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Back Home in the Mish (And Winners of Our Competish!)

March 9, 2010

OMG I am so happy to be back home in the Mish!  I was reading this great novel by literary juggernaut Nicholas Sparks and it really made me think of how much I love my new ‘hood:

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.”  ~Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

The Midwest?  NOT sick.  I do not hella heart it.  Not once was I offered a bacon-wrapped anything.  Not once did I translate the name of my dinner to learn I was eating goat spleen.  My tight new Community Thrift tees not only went unnoticed, but were often sneered at.  No matter how crazy-loud I cranked my Richard Wakeman iTunez, I could only think of getting back to Glooncy’s for Budweisers and a sticky round of Trivial Pursuit.

Lookin' smart, Glooncy's!

One thing was, for real, on my mind the whole time: WHO should win the first ever Mish Competish?  The answer came to me in this ridic dream (right after the part where I was at a poetry slam @ the 16th St. Bart Station):

Liz Dunn For The Win!

This was sixteen flavors of hilar, Lizzie D.  Send me an email (alicearmstrongstrong at gmail dot com) letting me know how epic you want your OMG the Mish! t-shirt.

MISH LOVE!

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Mission Street Food: It’s for Real!

March 9, 2010

A few days ago I overheard someone talking about “Mission Street Food” and how amazing it was.  This weekend I got a chance to try it for myself.  I thought it might be some sort of outdoor restaurant or something, but no… It’s much more than that.  It’s a grassroots movement of residents participating in what is essentially a week-long tailgate party!  And it’s every week of the year!

The best part of the Mission Street Food Movement is that everyone’s invited to participate.  Here’s how: Drive your minivan along Mission Street until you find a spot, whip out the home grill, and BOOM!  Mission Street Food!  It’s just that easy.  Everyone I saw that night seemed to be cooking up the same thing: a baconator hot dog.  They just wrap a dog in bacon, grill it up with some onions and spicy peppers and serve to the masses.  Actually, the baconator is so prevalent, it has come to be the Mish’s only late night outdoor dining option.

I can’t wait until I buy a minivan so I can participate in the movement!  It’s going to be redic.  Baconators for all!

Foil sheets and tongs available from the ONE DOLLAR STORE

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South End Grill ‘n’ Bar: Pabst and Turf?

February 23, 2010

On the corner of Valencia and 26th (street, not avenue), there is a pretty classy little restaurant called the “South End Grill ‘n’ Bar.”  I think the name is a reference to Boston because there’s a clover on the bar across the street, or maybe because it’s south of Market street?

In any case, this place didn’t look too busy last night.  I was tempted to go in just so I could chow down on a $20 steak while drinking a $1.75 beer.  Worth it?  Might have been.  Pair that beer with their $3 quesadillas, and you really have something!

I learned this pairing at sommelier school

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