The Outer Richmond is a mysterious place. Who even knows what goes on out there? Lots of houseplant ownership, we bet. Here now to shed some light on the charmingly out-of-style little boxes out in the avenues is an ongoing project from local photoblogger The Tens. We may not ever get to peer behind these hinged and folding masterpieces of engineering, but we are positively mesmerized just looking at them.
The Greater Garage Doors of the Outer Richmond [Gallery]
Photos: Outer Richmond Veterans Memorial / Cat Sanctuary
In the Outer Richmond, just down from the Veterans Hospital on 44th Avenue and Clement, there's a makeshift veterans memorial the doubles as a cat sanctuary. A guy who lives either nearby or in the blue truck that is always parked near it crude memorial cares for the tiny plot of land and several stray cats who rely on the food, water, and shelter that sits next to the bevy of angel and lion statures, flags, potted flowers, and Iwo Jima painting.
Blocker: 3600 Balboa
The seaward stretch of Balboa between 37th and 38th Avenues conjures a variety of images, from some of the thickest summer fog around to the Balboa Theater’s weathered sign. The block’s numerous Asian restaurants also merit consideration.
Add hockey to the list, sort of. More on that in a bit.
Unless you’re an Outer Richmond local and buy your nuts and washers at Crown Hardware on Balboa’s south side, odds are strong that you know this block best for the Balboa Theater, where the scent of butter-slathered popcorn wafts outside day and night. The circa-1926, moving picture house endures as the only one of its kind remaining in this part of town, and it seems to do well showing new releases. One reason for its success may be the fact that, as its sidewalk sandwich board announces, No private picnics (are) allowed in the auditorium. Ask anyone on this side of town what killed the Alexandria or the Coronet in recent years, and they’ll surely tell you: private picnics in the auditorium.
SFist Rants: Toro Toro Taxi, See You Tomorrow, My Son
SFist had to leave work early last week for a four o'clock doctor's appointment downtown. Because we're several varieties of bonehead, we left something at home and had to run back to our apartment in the Mission before our appointment. By the time we grabbed what we needed, we had a little less than half an hour and were unsure of our ability to make it via MUNI. No problem, thought us, we can always hail a cab. After all, we live right off 16th & Valencia. How hard could getting a cab be?

