After countless months of unquantifiable turmoil, incomprehensible existential dread, and a level of abandonment I have never felt before (I am a child of divorce), the Popeyes original and spicy chicken sandwich was back. “You bastards,” I whispered when I saw the Twitter post announcing the sandwich would be back

by Kate Brunotts Listen, I love the holidays as much as anyone else, but there’s no denying that with them comes the “season’s greetings” of a lighter wallet. Those artisan cat socks you got for your great Aunt Jackie are expensive, and I totally understand being fed up with ramen. 

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner.   For many, bars are sacred spaces. People go to them to make memories, and to forget. They visit them to unwind, and get revved up. They hang out in them to catch up with old friends, and

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner A couple weeks ago I found myself with a little bit of extra time to kill in North Beach. My aunt and uncle were visiting from Florida, and I was meeting them at Original Joe’s. As I always

One thing I and many of my peers dislike is the term “Bouncer”. A “Bouncer” is usually (but not always) perceived as a thug who grunts and tosses people out of bars with little or no thought. At the very least, I am NOT that guy. I have over 30 years experience in various security capacities.

It’s all too obvious that the quirky character of San Francisco is being eroded by the generic sameness of robot coffee bars, mediocre salad spots, chain drug stores and pricey hipster brand showrooms replicated in tony neighborhoods everywhere from here to Wicker Park to Manhattan. So it’s heartening to hear

The two ‘Catch me if You Can’ con men who came into San Francisco this past Spring and rented out 3 separate restaurant spaces on Church Street, are gone.  One is in police custody, the other is at large.  We’re writing this article not just because it’s a fascinating story,