Reliably divey, with an ample back patio, ill-advertised punk shows and the occasional appearance of dollar oysters.

One day when I was walking around in the hills behind my house, I happened upon this bizarre street. It was as though someone had taken postmodernism and tried to make it into a block of houses. Each one has its own internally complete theme, involving strange colors and sculptural elements attached to the outside walls (gold eggs, wisps of wrought iron). This led me on subsequent walks to name them: the Corbusier House, the Barn, the Preschool Blocks house, the House of Wicca… and so on.

Small, 70yr old burial ground with DIY grave markers home to the likes of Smoochy, Schmelly, Saucy Wilbur, and hundreds of others.

Amazing Japanese food with a Beats in Space flavoured playlist.

Mission Street art gallery displaying beautiful losers. Ryan Mcginley, Barry McGee...