La Lenguans of the World, Unite!
La Lengua, now is your time! The Chron’s Carl Nolte has properly identified us as a distinct neighborhood, though he sadly called it “San Jose Guerrero”, something that doesn’t exactly roll of the, um, well, you know.
And so, my fellow La Lenguans: ask not what your neighborhood can do for you — ask what you can do for your neighborhood. Brace yourselves and jump into the knife fight that is the maelstromic, shark infested SFGate comments section and properly ID your hood. We have a long and glorious history of which you should be proud.
I’ve updated map in the La Lengua tab. Also, I recently expanded our northern border to 24th since the Mission didn’t seem to be using it (semi-permeable hipster membrane, etc). Considering a further thrust to 23rd.
Burrito Justice 
YES! YES! YES!
Other than that flats business, I’m down with it. Ironically, I got a ticket in those flats a few weeks back (in front of my house) for not curbing my wheels. I mean, Jesus.
Anyway, couldn’t we name my section something more interesting than El T Flats?
Like Atlas Cafe Shrugged, or Blowfish Shores, or Flour & High Water Table, or Cell’s Space, or Project Arteests… or perhaps most appropriately given that Harrison is the central freeway of all bike riders: wait for it….
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I-90-fixie
oh for fuck’s sake, who are are you now, Napoleon? The Mission includes everything north of Army. You’re little piece of San Jose stops there, at Army. So what happens if you keep marching north toward 18th street and the the thin pink line marches east toward Valencia. When you two meet, worlds will collide! I predict a super nova.
Nah, 23rd is fine, I know when to stop.
On behalf of the Bi-Reich, I’d like to propose a non-aggression pact with La Lengua. 23rd is yours, so long as we can annex as far down as Dosa.
Or Spork.
Or Boogaloos.
Yes. That’s all we want.
Peace.
Sounds like a plan, as long as we get an embassy on 18th — Delfina Pizza, Tartine, the park, etc.
Please do define Bi-Reich’s borders so I can add it to the microhood map.
Bi-Reich: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep Boogaloos.
for saturday brunch I much prefer to head next door to “Baja Noe” and hit Chloe’s or maybe Toast.
Any geographer who lives in my apartment could tell you that the Bi-Reich’s ancestral, incontrovertible homeland consists of the block of 18th between Dolores and Guerrero. Nomadic by nature, early Bi-Reichians made the epic trek to the sunnier hunting grounds of Valencia Street when the lines were just crazy or Gary wanted to try that new place. At Valencia Street, the tribe split. Venturing Northward, half of them filled their bellies at Luna Park, Fritz, Puerto and We Be, halting at the cornucopia that is 16th St. Gazing upon Truly Mediterranean, Ti Couz, the Pork Store and more the elders wisely decreed that “I don’t think there’s anything beyond this”.
The Southern Bi-Reichians, searching not only for food (preferably Indian or Thai), but “vintage” (their term for kitschy clothing), gathered sustenance from Osha, Herbivore, Dosa, Spork, and Boogaloos, before stopping at the impenetrable barrier that is 22nd St. “Someday,”the older dude who was Linda’s friend before it got weird said,”We have to check out Lucca Deli”. The Southern Bi-Reichians nodded in assent, then quickly noticed that Gary was gone.
And so began the eternal trek for that new place…
I encouraged Mr. Nolte to check out Burrito Justice and to evaluate “La Lengua” as a name. No luck. But he liked the feel of our in-between borderland, as well as The Front Porch’s “Southern Mission” hospitality.
Thanks! Figured as much. God forbid the Chron actually reference a blog.
I encourage you to get a job.
I have a job and a toddler — where’s your blog?
it’s called the Outer Mission, kids.
And 150 years ago it was called Rincon de las Salinas y Potrero Viejo.
Ehhh, WRONG. The Outer Mission is a distinct neighborhood and has nothing to do with La Lengua/San Jose Guerrero (wtf?).
Wikipedia is your friend: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outer_Mission,_San_Francisco,_California
I’ve been calling it SoCeCha for 7 years now (ever since I moved in), semi-ironically, and I’ve become quite wed to the term. La Lengua: I’m not so sure.
(P.S. I have not one, but two hoodies that folks have given me over the years that say SoCeCha, so there’s even some documentation for the name!)