Sutter Station doesn’t give a fuck. In fact it has been steadfastly sitting on Market Street, not giving fucks since 1969. That’s before BART existed, before Tales of the City came out, and before the Beatles broke-up.
Ah, aging. Getting old hits some harder than others. Some mellow out, some get 17 cats and some just go straight crazy. Diving headfirst into the aging process is NO reason for one to stop being a belligerent, loud, shit show. I mean, one only needs to look at Oakland’s
Apparently the 21 Club is closing. Ain’t that some shit? That is the last bar in the world I would’ve thought would hit the chopping block, mainly because it’s at the corner of “rob someone” and “stab someone”. I wrote about the 21 Club in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide
Image Courtesy of OurOakland It’s time for you to make a field trip to the East Bay to check out the Kingfish. (Or, if you already live in the East Bay, see what your area has to offer.) You’ll find it’s worth making the trip across the Bay. The Kingfish
I work at a restaurant that happens to be situated in the Marina; “Happens to be situated” because neither it’s concept, cuisine or clientele are emblematic of said District. It’s a qualification I find myself adding when mentioning my workplace to friends or acquaintances. Part of me wants to be
If you are ever searching for the perfect place to grab a drink on a mid-summer night’s eve – Summer Place Cocktail Lounge is the place to go. Not that there is anything summery about the joint – it has a fireplace, pasty patrons that you can barely see through
Happy Hour – those two words can make my face light up like a child who just got her first taste of Halloween candy. In other words, I’m a big fan, and thank goodness I live in a city where it’s always Happy Hour somewhere. Sometimes, though, I find myself