In frozen dessert news, there's a "1930's-inspired ice cream and artisanal soda shop" cleverly called Ice Cream Bar, opening in Cole Valley around the end of January. Judging from Eater's preview of the place, Ice Cream Bar will hit all the right buzzword buttons by harking back to a simpler time when booze was illegal, sodas were medicinal and milkshakes weren't just made by throwing ice cream in a blender.
Local Mixologist Becomes Soda Jerk For Vintage-Style Ice Cream Bar
Cole Valley Stickup Turns Out To Be Unlicensed Film Shoot [Updated]
In Cole Valley, police officers responding to calls of a masked gunman holding up the Alpha Market on the corner of Cole and Parnassus discovered a much more pedestrian crime in progress. When cops arrived on the scene and overpowered the masked gunman, who was behind the counter pointing his gun at the ceiling, what they discovered was 41-year-old city resident (and struggling actor?) holding a replica weapon.
Bomb Squad Finds Mortar In Golden Gate Park Cole Valley
SFist sources tell us that the bomb squad has been called to Golden Gate Park at JFK and 30th Avenue Carl Street in Cole Valley at around 6 p.m. Now, which one of you accidentally left your pack back in the park? But seriously, folks, we're not sure what the entire story is yet, or if there even is one, but we'll update when we know more. Stay tuned.
What's Fair For the Haight Street Fair
This year, the Street Fair in trouble is the Haight Street Fair. The reason why it's in trouble is for the usual reasons-- too much drunkeness with a debate on booths thrown in for good measure. Not mentioned, however, were those magic medicinal brownies SFist once bought that made little leprechauns dance around our heads while singing Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Relax." The Interdepartmental Staff Committee on Traffic and Transportation recently put a permit that was requested by fair organizers on hold for two weeks so they can figure out what to do.
Driveway Parking
We used to live in the Cole Valley (well, technically it was Upper Haight but nobody likes to admit they live in Upper Haight) and during the weekend’s almost every drive way had a car parked in it, especially at night when everyone went out and about in the neighborhood. One night, around midnight, one of our crazy neighbors came home only to find a car parked in her driveway, blocking her from parking her own car in her very own garage. So she started screaming at the top of her lungs about how she can't get into her garage and how she's going to kill whomever parked the car in her driveway and how they spend all this money to have a garage and how they’re tired and not healthy and how they were going to get the car towed unless somebody came down. After about five minutes of screaming, somebody sheepishly went down to move their car. Crisis averted.
Dear Mr Ford
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Gastronomique: Raising A Stink
Cheese is the one food French people living in San Francisco miss the most. No offense to California, but if it's the cheese, it ain't no fromage.
Bay Blogger Thursday
After taking a look, we realized that this was not the work of just any amateur. She definitely has a great eye for abstract details, composition and color. And Genevieve is definitely open to letting folks purchase prints or high quality files, and would be happy to shoot your portrait or event. Her site includes a contact email if you're interested. A browse through the archives should be all the convincing you'll need. SFist is looking forward to visiting her site regularly for new photos and inspiration.
...And Boy, Are My Loins Tender
Bird Hunting with the Essefficist
It's Tuesday again so the Essefficist is back with more Q&A for our loyal readers. Today we bring you answers to your questions about weird hamburgers and pruney toes. Also, for all you nasty freaks out there, we return one last time to the sordid world of Craig's List horndogs.

