Well, it’s that time again. Another election year is already underway here in SF, and it already looks like it’s shaping up to be a corker. With everyone and that’s gonna be on the ballot, we thought it might help to help you get to know the contenders a little

I’ve been going to flea markets since I was a wee-little one. That’s where my parents used to buy me my shit load of My Little Ponies I collected. We’d buy used CDs, DVDs, and books; new hair and face products for really cheap; sometimes I’d even buy old purses

Usually I ask a bunch of broke-ass musicians to give you advice on how to become a musician. Stupid. The blind leading the blind. (I just mistyped blind as “bling.” If only it were the bling leading the bling). Today I talk to someone who actually made good on his

Although clearly burritos are the most highly evolved form of food, science dictates that they must share a common ancestor with tacos. But you don’t have to schlep down to the Mission to get them on Tuesdays this August: Hit up Jones in the scenester-trash, crack-transaction Tenderloin instead! Really, though,

Although the term “thrown under the bus” became a graphic reality on 18th Street last Friday, Phil Ting’s Reset San Francisco Campaign wants people to be able t0 address the broader monster problem that is Muni tonight at the “Don’t Be Thrown Under the Bus” Q&A session. Newly installed Muni

Did that get your attention? Now that you’re here, this is the real scoop: Writer Sheila McClear is going to talk about her book titled The Last of the Live Nude Girls tonight at The Booksmith. Sorry about the bait and switch. In the book, McClear tells us about her

Nestled tightly between a 7-11 and a tattoo parlor, Oozora Sake House is a new restaurant in the Richmond that appeals to the broke ass in all of us. I would often drunkenly walk by Oozora in order to get some sort of carbohydrate from 7-11 to stem my impending