While Stu and I have been nursing hangovers this morning over some House of Bagels deliciousness, we ran across a tip for you that is super awesome. So awesome that we might actually be hitting up this place simultaneously tonight… Andalu, in all its chic, city-like-ness, is offering up $1
This post is for the truly Broke-Ass. The ones who are broke because they have no income, and have no income because they have no job. You’ve felt alone, lo these many nights. Sending resume after cover letter after desperate plea into the cyber-abyss of Craigslist, monster.com and idealist.org. and
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spiritâ€¦probably not.
Did you go to the Haight Street Fair yesterday? The weather was beautiful and it seems like those motherfuckers roped in the sun just right, making it the perfect summer day for a festival. If you didn’t check it out, you can get a glimpse through all of my pre-drunken
I’ve lived in San Diego, Redlands, Long Beach/LA, Florence (Firenze), and New York. I’ve visited an array of North American, Mexican, and European cities. One thing that remains constant no matter where I live or visit is the insane types of catcalls and pickup lines hurled at me. It seems
“No more wire hangers!!” Whether you’ve seen it a dozen or not at all, Pabst Blue Ribbon’s sponsored “Monday Movie Madness” may be the best opportunity ever to watch Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Frank Perry’s Mommie Dearest. Starting at 8 PM at the redundantly named Lounge Bar on Bowery,
I totally forgot about this until I saw it on Laughing Squid yesterday. The Tamale Lady is the godmother of San Francisco’s street food scene. She’s been slanging her wares for close to 15 years and they are as good as ever. But she’s more than just a lady selling