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

731 Clement Street is constantly changing. It has been a couple of Burmese restaurants and a number of other things over the years. Currently, it’s a family owned, German-ish joint called Steins. Steins has been around for a couple of weeks now. Generally speaking, it has seemed to be well

Ok, fine, I’m writing about another show that I’m playing. But it’s not my fault that I happen to be playing at the Great American Music Hall (eeeeeeeh!!!) this Wednesday, September 21st, with one of San Francisco’s all-time favorite folk rockers: The Blank Tapes. And to be fair, I’ve never

Heralding the New Belgium Tour de Fat, the perennial fun-pushers at the San Francisco Bay Guardian have orchestrated one of their delightful hellraisers at the Gestalt Haus this afternoon for all you chrome and rubber enthusiasts. With slashed prices on all sorts of sudsy refreshment the happy hour promises to be a real corker.