Our San Francisco / Bay Area / Danville local, J.R., promised to take me and Kelvin out on a food tour in S.F. We all agreed on a Saturday that turned out to be a really beautiful "wear your flip-flops and a T-shirt" day in January. As usual, Kelvin had however forgotten that he couldn't actually go on that specific day, so me and a few other friends from the Ihouse decided to participate J.R.'s guided tour of S.F. without Kelvin and headed out to the Mission.
We started out by visiting a free market. It was basically like a flea market, except everything was free. Since I personally have too many things already I didn't really put that much effort into collecting even more stuff, but almost all of us ended up leaving with something(s), whether it be a book on racquetball from the 80's or a hair straightener. After we were done "shopping" we were already getting peckish so we decided to go to an ice cream bar where, J.R. boasted, they would serve the best ice cream in the 
world. Well, he wasn't wrong. I wouldn't say it was better than the chocolate and blueberry ice creams I have had in Rome, but I wouldn't say it was any worse either. I pretended to be healthy, so I had my hot fudge sauce with a kid size pomegranate sorbet - delicious! The best description I can give for the yumminess of their ice cream is probably that I have NEVER liked banana ice cream, but I am seriously contemplating on buying a scoop of their Roasted Banana when I go there the next time...After that it was time for a little lunch nap so we headed for the close by Dolores park to
hang out and chill. It was really nice to just enjoy the sun and the people around us. We could've got us some more dessert, since home baked cookies and brownies seemed to be really popular in that park. Based on the vendors' appearances and the price of the pastries we decided however that it is probably best not to buy any, or our "trip" in San Francisco might have ended up being totally different. They looked good though, and based on the busy trade they probably tasted good too. Who ever said that the American small businesses are suffering nowadays?!For the rest of the day we did pretty much the same, walked around, ate,
and walked around some more. One of the pretty strange curiosities on the way was the Paxton Gate shop of Treasures and Oddities. They had all kinds of things gathered and "further developed" from the nature, such as small animal skeletons (mice, skunks, etc.) dressed up in Victorian clothing or a bird with a crocodile head. They also had all kinds of fossils, my favorite being the one we thought may have been fossilized poo. It is however very much possible we were mistaken, but considering all the other things they had for sale, it might very well be we were right after all...
My other favorite for the day were the Mission murals. According to my other SF-guide, my weekly MeNaiset -magazine, the murals have been painted to demonstrate and tell about indigenous peoples' struggles, political resistance and immigrants' experiences. I could very well imagine that looking at the colorful and sometimes really powerful wall paintings.After the murals it was time to eat again, this time at J.R.'s favorite pizza place, Little Star Pizza, where Kelvin finally joined the rest of us. The deep dish pizza was great (kind of like "pannu pizza" except slightly crispier) and the Mixed Salad was even better (I thought). With full stomachs we finally headed back downtown to end the night with some stand up comedy.
That was a great way to postpone the eventual return to Ihouse, where the Welcome Dance for the spring term was taking place the same night. We got quite a few good laughs before BARTing home and sneaking upstairs to our rooms without being lured into the dance. (Ending stories with cheesy and stupid puns has always been one of my experties, so here we go again:) Mission accomplished! :D Handsome men in the Mission
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