As the Marina-esque gentrification gradually extends south from Lombard to Valencia, the usual watering holes of the service industry professional have been polluted by the bridge and tunnel crowd that now, more then ever, frequent the Mission.  Many of the safe havens and bolt-holes with no line to the bathrooms/bar/venue

It’s Sunday morning, and you don’t want to leave your bed until at least 11:30 (it’s out of principle).  But then you’re struck by the primal urge to forage through clumps of tangled trinkets while being subjected to Raggaeton and a guy playing whatever the hell this thing is.  That’s

First thing’s first:  WHY THE EFF DIDN’T I KNOW ABOUT THIS??  I thought I was the ultimate connoisseur of everything FREE food-related, as I am super broke and also a huge pig.  In any case, this one slipped by me until now — the ultimate Sunday Funday at Dalva. I