Mission Rock Resort
817 Terry Francois Boulevard
San Francisco, CA 94107
A lot happened in the neighborhood while I was out of my mind — I mean, out of town — getting married to and going on a honeymoon with my beautiful wife. Upon our return, the first order of business (besides me going straight back to work) was going to the newly opened Mission Rock Resort so we could pretend — however briefly — that we were still on the shore of the Carribean in sunny (to a fault*) Mexico.
You might know Mission Rock “Resort” as the former “Kelly’s Mission Rock” or “Decks at Mission Rock.” We only went once, because we could never quite tell if it was open or not. Not so with the completely re-everythinged Mission Rock Resort — the front door wide open and framed with Peter Osborne, who seemed to have early-party nerves, when you’re not sure if anyone will show up. He was not shy in welcoming us and sending us up to the second floor, where a magnificent sunny day awaited us. The view is pretty much two million dollars good.
The food was good and I enjoyed the hipster-ish playlist. It’s hard to argue with any breakfast, even if the non-seafood options were a little limited. However, with a picture of a mermaid in their logo and rain slicker colored umbrellas, I will give them a nautical pass.
I do have one complaint about the view: you can’t actually see Mission Rock. I complained about this directly to Mr. Osborne. He commented that one could not see the rock anyway because of the pier built atop it — conveniently ignoring that pier 54 blocks the view of the Mission Rock pier.
You probably don’t need me to tell you about all this, since there has already been heavy coverage:
The bloody mary was too good for me to photograph before it was mostly gone. Success?
I guess that I didn’t see anyone else mention that the name is also the name of a song by Mark Eitzel, the lyrics of which seem to be about having drinks with a heroin addicted former lover at the Mission Rock Resort. I don’t have a city directory from 1996, so I can’t check if that was the name then. Let me know if you come up with anything.
By the way, there is a rumor that there will be a Nextdoor Dogpatch happy hour at Mission Rock Resort on Friday from 4 to 6. I may post about Nextdoor Dogpatch if I ever get over the shame of them doing everything that I wanted to do with this site, only better and more thoroughly.
* Except for the hurricane, which we mostly slept through, the sun was so intense that we briefly became were-lobsters.
Mission Rock was known by the same name back then. It was an amazing divey bar and burger joint. I miss the old place.
I bought Vanished Waters for my lady because of you.