Anyway, you’re eating them all wrong. And you should really consider stopping that.
Here to assist: Mission Public, a fun-size homage to the golden age of sitting there eating Nutella pop-tarts and listening to jazz from an eight-track (if there’s not a golden age for that, there should be), now open in the Mission.
What you’re dealing with here is a neighborhood-hangout-type place. It’s pretty small. It’s got lights made out of old plumbing fixtures and a Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll and a bookshelf under a chalkboard wall.
For now, it’s a breakfast-only situation. But lunch is coming next week. And dinner soon after. So. Tomorrow. Swing by in the morning for a strong cup of De La Paz coffee. Pick up a jalapeño-cream-cheese pop-tart from Black Jet Baking or some Mexican-hot-chocolate biscotti from Saint & Olive.
And when lunch, brunch and dinner (and a liquor license) finally arrive, expect anything from cheese plates to pot pies to California beers from Stone and Bear Republic. And yes, the owner’s vinyl and eight-track collection will be in full swing the whole time.
Fingers crossed for some kind of Grand Funk Railroad scenario.