There are few bars in the Castro that don’t give me the willies. While on vacation in San Francisco before moving here I went into Badlands. Innocently fooled by the large crowd, it got me thinking that it may be a somewhat respectable establishment. On my trek through the bar

Generally speaking, this small family of taquerias isn’t the cheapest in the city, but the quality is better than most (super-bland Can-Cun anyone?) Despite their central locations, they aren’t resting on their cash cow’s security, and if you’ve caught their charmingly goofy commercials you’ll know that they have recently added

I just got back from Alaska, which to me, a liberal, vegan, and judgmental Californian, appeared to be a backwards, behind-the-times, redneck state with stunningly gorgeous views and impressive wilderness. Against this lush, green backdrop, the food situation was unforgivable.  Health food stores were few and far-between and restaurants were

I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I

I’ve spent a lot of time away from San Francisco over the past few years and one of the things that I always miss the most is Dolores Park.  Seriously, there really aren’t many places like it in the world.  It’s beautiful, has a great view, the cops don’t fuck

Seems like ol’ Larry Flynt is just a regular Santy Claus.  Not only does he want to employ you, he wants you to save money at his topless dancing club.  What a guy! Most people who hang out in North Beach already know about the $2 Tuesdays at the Hustler

This site is getting to a point where PR teams are now sending me stuff that they’re promoting.  Personally, I love that shit.  It makes my job a hell of a lot easier because that way I can spend less time in front of this pinche computadora and more time