Al and Harry careen down Carl St towards Cole Valley. Given that they're being chased by a radio controlled car full of C4, it's unlikely that they'll have a chance to stop and sample the delights of Cole Valley.

Watch out Harry! It's the N turning into the sunset tunnel.

Must avoid hittting MUNI train.

Must avoid hitting Vierra & Friends and Egg (you'd be surprised how many of the webloggers you know and love get their hair done at Vierra & Friends - if Harry took out the building, the web would have a very bad hair day).

Looking back on Carl to Burgermeister.

EOS on the corner (fine dining, though the I've heard they're bad neighbours).

Cole St.: The dry cleaners, Bambino's (always empty), Zazie (good brunch), Grandeho's Kamekyo (fine Sushi), Finnegans Wake (neighbourhood bar), Pharmaca (new foofie pharmacy - replaced the rather dusty Val-Gring), Tulleys (that other Pacific coast chain) and the Postal Chase (still not accepting peanuts).

Zooming past Finnegans (so fast that you can't see all the cigarette butts - oh for the days of smoking in bars).

Alpha Market (neigbourhood grocers - very sweet, will order anything your heart desires - even edemami and Bubbi's pickles).

Boulange de Cole Valley (great French pastries though they make tea in a glass and put the tea bag in aftewards - further proof the French dislike the English).

Above: A tour through present day Cole Valley as seen through The Dead Pool (1988).

Rachel James curates the Mirror Project with IKEA. Why does this fellow look so familiar? It's Jay! In Hungary!* Jezebel receives a minor face lift. * If I read that out loud the pups would come running. Hungary, not hungry, silly dogs! Ix-nay words chez Casa Caremelita also include "walk" and "biscuit."