Remember back in February when I was in that short film the Swagger Stagger?  You know the one 4sp Films made where my friend Sayre Piotrkowski and I roll around San Francisco drinking good beer and eating food?  Well guess what?  It won an award, and I didn’t even know it was

This photo was taken at the Old Town Bar and Restaurant by Nicki Ishmael during one of the shoots for my NYC book. If you haven’t figured it out by now, this site is just as much about the search for glimpses of old New York as it is about

I had a minor coronary when, while arriving at my stop on the 38 Geary, I glanced out the window to see that the windows of Joe’s Ice Cream were papered over signaling that one more of the city’s institutions had bit the dust. Closer inspection, relieved me as I

I used to allot myself one pampering splurge per month to make myself feel like a fancy lady who says things like “pampering.” My usual special treat was a trip to the nail salon for a little mani/pedi action. I did my research and found the greatest deal for value

I generally welcome any new addition to my neighborhood, especially when that said addition is not another bodega to compete for my addiction to $1 cans of Arizona iced tea. That being said, the new bar Night of Joy finally opened last week and by far exceeded my expectations.  The

Returning to the single-person scene after a years-long relationship is not unlike being an old gay man, strapping on his rollerskates at The Roxy for very first time and struggling to move forward and stay standing while hot-pants clad studs in tank tops with whistles around their necks fly by.

A friend of mine, who works as a cook at a nice restaurant on Pier 39, once told me that a hamburger at his job cost $16. My immediate reaction was, “SIXTEEN DOLLARS! You better at least get a reach-around with your $16 hamburger!” After I explained in Spanish what