While driving through the Inner Sunset this morning, we found ourselves stuck in traffic behind the hottest car ever(!) - the Chrysler Sebring - with Alabama plates. Our interest was of course piqued by the vehicular hotness of the Sebring...but once we read the three bumper stickers, we became head over heals in lust with the "Heart of Dixie" driver. Up until this day, it was big, shiny spoilers that got us all worked......

Saturday.... in the park... wish it were the Fourth of July! (That's the Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra performing the Chicago classic above). Here's your events for today: --Supervisor Dreamy, Ross Mirkarimi's picking up litter and planting trees as part of the Community Clean Team in the Inner Sunset today from 9 a.m. to 12 noon. Meet at the City Parking Lot on 9th between Irving and Judah. --Close out the month-long National Queer Arts......

A flier on a telephone pole at the corner of Ortega and 8th Ave. screams for vengeance: “$2500.00 reward to the person who can positively identify the shooter of a red-tail hawk in the canyon behind the houses on the east side.” The phrase “dastardly deeds” even emerges from the fist-shaking archives. It’s surprisingly strong conviction for this southeasternmost block of the Sunset, where the catch of the day is otherwise tranquility, with a side of handsome sidewalk lampposts and a few plum tree chasers. South of Ortega, 8th follows a few bends before petering out altogether once it enters leafy Forest Hill, and hopefully nobody’s been illegally gunning down predatory wildlife over that way lately. On this block between Noriega and Ortega, the street parallels Laguna Honda Canyon, which 7th Ave. slices through downhill to the east. The eastward elevation drop isolates this corner of the Sunset more than you’d think. Trying to get up here from down there? Trek through Forest Hill, where the Sunset’s street grid dies a sweet death, or head up to Lawton before doubling back around the north slope of the crest. Allow an extra few minutes, either way....

Does anyone else remember those awesome signs they used to have behind the driver on the old MUNI buses -- "Information Gladly Given But Safety Requires Avoiding Unnecessary Conversation"? Well, get some information -- and maybe even have some unnecessary conversations -- at Ross Mirkarimi's Town Hall Meeting On MUNI tomorrow, Wednesday November 1! Ross and (SFist obsession) MTA Director Mr. Nathaniel Ford (!!!!!) will be on hand "to discuss your concerns about service,......

Although we usually fancy ourselves seasonal eaters, we feel there is really no one marked season for chicken wings ($7.50 for 12 pieces) at San Tung in the Inner Sunset. It's juicy, tasty, and filling eating any time of the year. There is other food at San Tung, but it's really all about the chicken. Evidence Item A? The crazy four hundred pounds a week they go through. That's five eighty pound boxes for you,......

We here at SFist don't have that much bad to say about Craigslist. We've found housing, bought and sold things which we never thought possible and maybe even watched a movie about it. Yet, sometimes the dark underbelly of Craigslist rears its ugly head high enough so that it punctures the little dream clouds we are floating on. First, Craigslist gets sued because people are posting clearly discriminatory housing ads. Unfortunately, the mainstream news media......

Oh no -- not again. Nicholas Faibish, a 12 year old boy who lived in the Inner Sunset was mauled to death today by his family's two pit bulls. The police killed one dog on the scene when she wouldn't let them in to rescue the boy, and took the other, Rex (pictured at left), to the SF Animal Care and Control for observation. Neighbors report that the dogs were often very sweet, though others said sometimes they would bark and lunge menacingly. One of the dogs had been taken into animal control before, but ACC didn't believe it to be aggressive. The family was planning to move to Oregon this summer, and the principal at Roosevelt Middle, where Nicolas attended 6th grade, began to cry in the middle of tonight's eighth grade formal dance when she heard the news. Our sympathies go out to the Faibish family. Picture from the Chron by Deanna Fitzmaurice ...

A weekly tribute to the only haze thicker than the Marina's, the one you wake up with in your head on Saturday morning. By your local barrespondent, Drew. There must be a mathematical formula to answer the eternal question, "How empty is too empty for a bar?". We're no algebrists, but square footage and amount of light have to be in that formula somewhere we would think. After all, a dark, small empty bar is......