As the Marina-esque gentrification gradually extends south from Lombard to Valencia, the usual watering holes of the service industry professional have been polluted by the bridge and tunnel crowd that now, more then ever, frequent the Mission. Many of the safe havens and bolt-holes with no line to the bathrooms/bar/venue
There’s nothing more in the world that I love than a corn dog. That quintessential, and some would say truly, American treat. So American that there’s even a nod to the national ownership in the film, Ratatouille. “What are corn dogs?” “Cheap sausages dipped in batter and deep fried. You
We all know someone who is a hot mess of a person. Is that person you? Are your friends secretly wishing you’d just die already? Is even your sweet, loving Nana ready to take you out back and beat you like a dirty rug? Take this handy quiz to find
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
Why does everybody gotta hate on the wiener? Wieners seem to have gotten a bad reputation in the past – being only deemed worthy of being eaten at little kids’ parties and baseball games. Okay, that sounded really perverted…what I mean to say is that Let’s Be Frank has given
I find hot dogs to be one of the most disturbing forms of meat, second only to sausage. But when times are tough, you take food where you can get it — not to mention slammin’ beats and cheap booze. Luckily, Hot Dogs & Asteroids on the first Tuesday of
Lately I’ve been feeling very dive-y when it comes to bars. Eff spending an hour doing my hair and makeup — I just want to go somewhere in a hoodie and hang out with my PBR in a dark, smelly corner. Obviously it’s fun to dress up and sashay around
Last weekend I was so broke, anxiously awaiting payday on Monday. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to spend my money on this… Dollar Day at the horse races at Golden Gate Fields in Berkeley. I ended up like Charlie Sheen, “winning.” I mean, how