This time last week, I went to Frankenart Mart for the first time and (just as importantly) my first free hot dog in our fair city. Sausages abound in San Francisco, if you know where to look, but the good old-fashioned flaccid, terracotta-hued wieners? A little harder to come across.
Oh, broke-ass darlings, Happy New Year! I imagine, and I don’t think that I’m that far off, that you are all currently missing some integral brain cells courtesy of the 2010 send-off, and while you are re-cooperating, you’d like things short and sweet. Me too. Typing is hard. Let me
What’s not to love about Frankenart Mart? Affordable local art? Check. A cute little space with dope owners. Check. One Sunday a month where they give out FREE hot dogs (meat or veggie) and have a giant walking hot dog mascot you can fuck with? Czechoslovakia! This month we see