San Francisco is home. I wasn’t born here in the sense of being a baby crying and puking with no idea where I was (that was a few Friday nights ago…), and I wasn’t a kid here, wandering the streets like a playground with wide eyes, my bike and an

I think I’m slowly dying. I’m serious. About four weeks ago I took on this new full-time gig. I figured it would help me attain some sort of livelihood in the future, or at the very least, put a couple of dollars in my pocket for the next few months.

                  Chilango in The Castro   Sprouting up from the verdant landscape of the S.F culinary scene in recent years have been establishments whose mission statements can be summarized by two words: “Mexican” and “authentic”.   To the discerning (read “snobbish”) culinite,

The holidays are a time where people congregate to their hometowns, reminisce of days past and look for a cozy alternative to an electric blanket (or is that just me?). Feelings of romance resurface and we’re faced with the big decision: to backslide or not to backslide? In case you’re

If you’re like most inhabitants of the Big Apple, you’re originally from somewhere else. For many, that “somewhere else” entails humidity levels that can alter hair to unrecognizable levels of poufdom and/or winters that don’t start until early November. This thin-skinned North Carolinian learned the hard way that you can’t

Now, usually I don’t this, but uh, I’m gonna head on and break ’em off with a little taste of what my Friday night is going to be like. I won’t be up at the club with some other bitches, sittin’ in VIP, smokin’ and drinkin’ and kickin’ it. Will

One of the hardest things I’ve had to do with this move to Brooklyn from Virginia is change my allegiance to all my local shops; coffee, comics, pizza, pub, etc. I got really spoiled in my old neighborhood with having all of these pretty much on the same block and not having