San Francisco is where I learned to love food again so as a tribute to the beautiful, year-long bounty of excellence available on this coast before I brave the wilderness of Chicago, here are my favorite restaurants by neighborhood

If my vagina were a [category], it would be [example] because [reason]
“If my vagina were a state, it would be Florida because it’s often swampy and filled with danger”

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

If this is the first time you’ve seen this offense against God, you probably thought “what the hell am I looking at?” I know. I thought that too. It’s macaroni and cheese, fried, and possibly dunked in Cheeto dust. Much like the historic and horrible KFC Double Down of olde, it seems like it was created solely to push you into a heart attack. Or win you that next siege in World of Warcraft. Or both. I’m not trying to limit you.

Here are some notable San Francisco burgers on a very exact rating scale:

10 means I’d gladly murder my brother (if I had one) to eat it once a month and 1 means it’s basically the hamburger-shaped cardboard they serve in middle school cafeterias.

Ice cream isn’t just summer’s game anymore. There are too many flavor combinations to try and too few fucks I have to give about silly things like calories or diabetes or what time of night it is. When I want ice cream, I want it now.

Anyone who knows me well will tell you with confidence that I have a good memory. They may even tell you that I have a frighteningly good memory. So please, trust that the things I tell you now are true and real (and verified by people who were already adults

Perhaps you’ve heard whispers (or vibrant shouts) of a thing the kids (and everyone else) are going to be doing this Saturday, January 21st: the Women’s March (or the I-Hate-the-Potential-But-Actually-Probable-Future-Disaster Protest). Yes, the Women’s March is happening and it’s happening in a big way. While you don’t need to be

Rejoice! It is the day of birth of our savior: Dolly Parton. That’s right, Dolly Rebecca Parton was born on January 19th and is now celebrating her 71st year of making our world better. What’s that? You don’t know why you should care about Dolly Parton? Perhaps you grew up