You don’t know what you’ve got till you’ve gone.
I was never a big fan of the Mr. Pickle sign just down street from my workplace — it’s big, it’s neon green, it’s garish as all hell. But now that Mr. Pickle has been stolen, I’m distraught. What will become of our native San Franciscan culture if quirky, imaginative signage like Mr. Pickle can be so easily plucked from the city streets and made to disappear without a trace?
My co-workers at EFF say Mr. Pickle has the best sandwiches in the neighborhood (though being gluten-intolerant, I can’t confirm this). The owners would like their sign back. If you have any information, please help Mr. Pickle find his way home!
photo by Todd Lappin (Telstar Logistics)
