Benjamin Wachs - Fascinating Stranger
Can Valentines Day be redeemed? I mean, come on, it’s the ultimate weapon in the Hallmark-Industrial-Complex’s box of patriarchal, conforming, consumerist tools. One of San Francisco’s premier nonprofits helping the homeless is hoping to do better on Valentines Day. Community Forward SF, which provides support to the most vulnerable homeless
Cynthia had never been to the Noc Noc before, and had to admit it was a great bar just by sight alone – the strange and darkly cavernous interior inspiring a sense that anything is possible.
“Hey you two!” a complete stranger said, heading out as we were walking in. “Do you want to sit by the fireplace? Two spots just opened up!”
This list of great places to eat in the Bay Area will leave you smiling and probably drooling. All these joints are incredibly well priced, locally owned, delicious, and serving takeout in 2021. You can get something delicious, that will also fill you up, at all these eateries for under
“So you’re Mark?” a guy I didn’t know said to a guy I was talking to. “I know we’ve met before.” “I don’t think we have,” he replied, “since my name’s Peter.” “I don’t know why I didn’t remember that,” the first guy said, embarrassed. “You have to hear the
Why, I wondered, would someone as cool as Termeh throw her goodbye party at The Barbary Coast in North Beach?
Then I got to the entrance and it sucked me in again, dammit. It gets me every time.
we chose The Sycamore because it wouldn’t have a TV and be crowded with people following the game. We had expressly made a point of trying to find a bar where we could leave the world outside, tied to a bike rack, and be distracted. The Sycamore goes out of its way to be that place.
OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY EMPEROR NORTON’S BOOZELAND THE TENDERLOIN’S NEWEST HISTORIC DIVE. HAPPY HOUR NOON – 7PM I sit down at Café Flore, just off Market Street, and send Bryce a text. “I have arrived. Sitting outside.” It’s really a prayer in text form. Bryce and I have been trying to
“Are we creating a culture,” I asked Ty over coffee at the Sea Biscuit Café, “or are we holding its hand as it dies? Right now I honestly can’t tell.” She shook her head. “That’s a really interesting question.” We usually meet in the Mission, where Ty keeps a small