Yea, my feet may be freezing from this day filled with rain and no rainboots (I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in SF who doesn’t have rainboots. Hence my noob name!), but this past weekend was so unbelievable it was pretty much impossible to stay in doors! So Sunday, I sent out a twitter request for places to hit up in the Mission, a part of the city I have rarely explored. I’ve heard some not so great things about this part of the city, and I knew I needed some advice so I didn’t end up in a sketchy area where old men blow snot rockets, flies infest stores, or urine takes-over my nostrils. Oh wait….those things are impossible to avoid in the Mission!
After taking the advice of several informative twitter friends I made my way to 16th and Valencia in search of some food! Specifically, Mexican Food! Not wanting to stop at the first place I came across…..which, BTW was really hard not to do since every place I passed by smelled amazeballs…..I walked through several delicious smelling restaurants, amazing antique shops, and intriguing art boutiques.
[flickr size=”small” float=”left”]http://www.flickr.com/photos/dancoulter/4559239197/[/flickr] After stopping at a few too many stores for my growling belly to stand, I decided the next place with food was my final destination! I crawled on all fours into the oasis that was Rosamunde Sausage Grill. Not Mexican food….but seriously, I was STARVING!!! With 25 beers on tap, I knew this was just the place for me! Greg and I ordered our sausage-tacular meals and a pitcher of anchor steam and enjoyed the mariachi mix music the DJ was spinnin’. Yea, that’s right! Mariachi mix music! Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird?! OK, not weird. Just different.
[flickr size=”small” float=”left”]http://www.flickr.com/photos/sanfrancisconoobs/4559870198/[/flickr] After lunch we enjoyed more street art, which the Mission does not have a lack of, and made our way to Dolores Park. On such a sunny day, how can anyone not be at Dolores Park!!??!! Well, that statement rang true when we arrived and noticed that everyone and their gay BFF was there! I’m pretty sure I over heard someone refer to the top of Dolores Park as “Gay Island.” I call it heaven! People watching heaven! Dolores Park on a sunny day houses the most diverse group of people in the entire city. Yea, my future gay BFF’s hold the majority of the population in this park, but I’m pretty sure there was a little bit of everyone in San Francisco drinking beers and walking the tightrope in this crazy park.
All in all, a great day! Except for the traumatizing situation I had in the 30 minute long bathroom line. I’d rather not talk about it…
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