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Free ice cream will be handed out later this afternoon in downtown San Francisco. Why? Because it's going to be hot today. Between 4 p.m. - 6 p.m. at Beale between Howard and Folsom, free sweet frozen dairy treats will be handed out to the presumably sweltering masses.

Fancy ice cream makers Humphry Slocombe will give a sneak peak at their upcoming, very exclusive, VIP-room-only HS Top Shelf line today. What is that, you ask? Well, it's their (close your ears, SFist Chris Jones!) line of ice cream set to be released this fall. According to the Eater, the line "will debut this fall, made with flavors unable to be sold at normal prices." But "[t]oday's flavor preview—Summer Truffle and Honey—will be sold at normal prices." Info is as follows: 2790 Harrison Street, 415-550-6971‎. Check them out before they run out.

has word that Ben & Jerry's will be dishing out free ice cream this weekend -- specifically, their new upside down sundae concoction featuring a smash of brownies, ice cream, and fudge. (Good Lord, that sounds very sweet.) On Saturday, 7/18, B&J reps will be handing out free Flipped Out treats at Union Square from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. at Macy's Cellar. Also, they'll be at Justin Herman Plaza on 7/21 (11 a.m.) and 7/22 (3 p.m.) handing out ice cream love. For more info, check out their excessive Facebook pages.

Sheer cheekiness.

It's that time of year again, and what great weather for gobbling down a free Ben & Jerry's cone. Help them celebrate 31 years of "scooping the chunkiest, funkiest ice cream, frozen yogurt and sorbet." Check out their new flavors and old favorites, and decide what you want ahead of time. Here's a list of all participating locations in California. Participating San Francisco locations are Macy's, Haight Ashbury, and Fisherman's Wharf. Store hours are Noon to 8 p.m.

Oh no. Here it comes again: Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day.

• Gothamist found that an explosive set off outside the Times Square army recruiting center may be similar to five past bombings in New York City.
• Seattlest worried when severed right feet and bottles of rat poison started washing up on local beaches.
• Shanghaiist was surprised by Bjork's rooting for Tibetan independence at her concert (see video), and the political fallout has only just begun.
• SFist debated the merits of new bronze plaques that will be placed in locations where San Francisco's homeless have died.
• DCist was obliged to respond to the worst Washington Post Outlook column ever published, in which conservative writer Charlotte Allen tried to make the case that women are dumb.
• LAist found Satan's ice cream truck trolling the streets, and they recorded the music.
• Some crafty Torontoist readers didn't like the dearth of ski hills in downtown Toronto, so they just built one of their own on their deck and (of course) recorded a video of them all taking turns on it.
• Bostonist knows the city's subway and bus system, the MBTA, has problems. So does this 17-year-old who submitted a report and told the MBTA brass how to fix it.
• Phillyist explored the possibility of an Ivy League prostitute, while their commenters debated the most ethical approach to proving or debunking the story.
• Londonist spent a little too much time looking at airbrushed operatic private parts, and enjoyed an enlightening comment from someone who was there.
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Whether official neighborhood status has been self-established by its residents or not, it seems Pierre (pronounced pyair-ee) Valley actually exists. In fact, based on the map posted on the neighborhood's website outlining the neighborhood boundaries, we lived in Pierre Valley for two years. But back when we resided on Tiffany Avenue (allegedly the longest block in the city), we lovingly referred to the neighborhood as the Intermission. Guilty. We were among those who tried to coin an SF neighborhood with a witty name that, thankfully, never caught on.

Aw.

We lost a geek last week, but we still had a local bachelorette to root for along with a "dream date" to our fair city on "The Bachelor"!

At left: barf

Last week's winner, the East Bay Express. Dream cartoonist: Fascist zombies versus Marxist ones. So hard to tell the difference sometimes! The situation with the Oakland Trib union. Internal disputes at an East Bay lesbian bar. Cover article: should you store your baby's umbilical cord blood or donate it? Hand-churned ice cream in Fruitvale. Hey, we didn't know I Like Eating is a teacher! We would totally be in I Like Eating's homeroom class! Yoshi's on their new SF expansion. And the Crowded House reunion tour.

Hey, why is Gavin Newsom's face pasted onto an Oscar the Grouch body in that graphic? Because he's taken over 300 trash cans off the streets. Why? Because they had too much garbage in them. We know! It's nutty!

Photo of an overwhelmed garbage can with news of fewer cans in S.F. than before.

Let's face it, the great American cycling novel has yet to be written (not lately, anyway). And what cycling-related literature there is falls into one of three categories: inspiration, celebration, or perspiration. If you want to read about a one-legged mother of six who bicycled across the country to raise awareness about the papilloma virus, or Lance Armstrong's latest deep philosophical musings, or Chris Carmichael's detailed instructions for sprint repeats and heart rate monitor training, the world is your oyster. But if you're looking for compelling, engaging prose that explores the relationship between literature and cycling, well you're basically stuck watching Breaking Away for the 20th time (yeah, we know it's a movie).

Fear not for cyclerature though, because into the breech have stepped editors Paul Diamond and Erich Schweikher with a little ditty they like to call Cycling's Greatest Misadventures, a new anthology of original nonfiction cycling stories from Casagrande Press.

Okay, so nobody ever accused us of being especially observant, but we only recently recognized that "Naia", at 451 Castro Street, was a gelateria. See, the sign only says the name, and there's no logo of an ice cream cone or anything . . . we'd always assumed it was some sort of minimalist modern art gallery. On Sunday, we saw a few people outside eating frozen treats, and the lightbulb went off. We went in, and made pigs of ourselves. The first thing that hit us was the presentation: dozens of flavors of gelato, sorbretto, and soy gelato, vividly displayed in a glass case--a visual treat.

It's another fine mid-Spring night in San Francisco: 51 degrees, foggy, swirling winds. So what do people do? They put on their parkas and head over to Mitchell's Ice Cream in the Mission for some late night licking. On a cold Tuesday night with some 40 customers milling about, it seemed to be the hottest place in town.

Hey -- more free ice cream! This one's not left to chance, like that whole "Dreyer's" thing. Anyone and everyone that shows up at Haagen-Dazs on May 15 between 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. gets a free cone. The only caveat? It must be one of the company's special new flavors, "cinnamon dulce de leche," or "sticky toffee pudding."

Oakland-based Dreyer's (Edy's to our friends on the right coast) seems to want to bring you closer to your neighbors . . . by making you enter a contest to win an ice cream party. Strange. But, you know: free ice cream.

There's so much going on across the Ist-a-Verse that it's almost impossible to keep track these days. Fortunately, we do it so you don't have to!

At a conference yesterday hosted by people trying to find a solution to the increasing amount of families leaving the city, Gavin said things were improving. In the speech, he rattled off a bunch of things the city is doing to help families stick around, including new housing, tax credits, the improving school district, and the upcoming attempt at universal health care. Also: free ice cream!

It seems like, all across the network, folks were up to no good. Maybe it was all the green beer from last weekend...

Saturday--the sun was shining, Dolores Park was full to the brim, and evidently everyone else had the same idea we did: "let's get some ice cream." Bi-Rite Creamery, which opened only a few months ago, is not quite half a block from the park (3692 18th St.). The line was out the door. We'd tried coming here a few weeks back, the last time San Franciscans were blessed with such nice weekend weather, but the line had been even longer then. Surely we're not unique in this regard, but we hate hate hate standing in lines. We won't for movies, we won't for restaurants, we'll only rarely, and reluctantly do it for coffee.

When we were kids, we loved to play spy and hide behind trees with a water pistol to shoot one of our friends. Of course, some people would frown on that type of behavior because shooting people is kind of bad and violent and why can't we give peace a chance? So for those wishing to be a spy but do so in a nice way, this Friday will be the new and improved Cruel 2 B Kind game, the benevolent assassination game. It's taking place this Friday at 7:30 in SOMA. It's like those assassin games you hear about, except with good vibes.

This more of a love letter to our favorite neighborhood place for a special occasion rather than a review. We can't claim to be impartial: we dig the place. Every visit we've had to Firefly, up on 24th Street near Douglas, has been special in its own way. Like the time the neighborhood lost power and we ate by candlelight. Or the awful time that we tried to fly to the east coast, waited in the airport all day, and were then bumped to a subsequent day flight--Firefly took us on short notice and made a horrible day palatable.

The BAGeL Radio 4th Birthday Party was a blast last Thursday, with great music, cupcakes and even a reunion with one of our childhood best friends who we hadn't seen since we were three and a half feet tall. We saw great sets by Birdmonster and Division Day (unfortunately we missed Two Seconds) and a good time was had by all. Despite the fact that we killed BAGeL Radio for about five full minutes during our debut radio show last week (damn DRM), for some reason Ted still wants us around and our second show airs today at 4pm. Tune if you dare!

Ahh clouds. Who likes clouds? Don't we all appreciate those clear days and clear nights? When the sky is all cloudy and grey, don't we complain? Well those clouds aren't just for looking at Ice Cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere but to trap in the heat and make things warm again. Which is why it doesn't seem so bitterly cold out there. In fact, it almost feels normal again.

Drinks and dessert first, are you ready? Affogato (ice cream and espresso) is one creamy-cold-sweet-meets-warmth drink we love to sip and serve. We think Chubby at Bunrab's on to something seriously great with the I forgotto adult version of affogato, pictured above. You may find it appealing if you'd like to "forgotto" holiday time with family, oy!

Welcome to our thoughts on last Wednesday's episode of Top Chef on Bravo, which we hope will help psych y'all up for tonight's episode. We must say that this episode was a vast improvement over the previous one, and we're again psyched to continue watching season two. You might even say this episode kicked four teeth and a gigantic ass.