Let’s say you ended up in Times Square. I’m sorry. But you’re here, and after fending off a hundred pan flute players and dudes asking if you like comedy, or, worse, you just got off shift playing your pan flute or asking hundreds of Germans if they like comedy (the

Friends! Cheapskates! Countrymen! Lend me your ears, for good news hath fallen unto the cheapest of boroughs. Queens Restaurant Week(s) is continuing into October, ending this Thursday. For all those too lazy to have attempted this in September, let my gratuitous exclamation points inspire you!!!! Basically, anyone who expects great,

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

In this divided world some topics will never reach grand consensus. The proper global economic model, the definition of art, what combination of disorders and fever dreams account for Lyndon LaRouche– all oft-debated and never concluded. The biggest one of all, though, may be what constitutes the proper sandwich making

Let’s just get it out of the way right now: adulthood sucks. There’s insurance you’re not eligible for, careers you’re unqualified for, and you just don’t get that Justin Bieber (though he’s much more awesome slowed down 800%). Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the time when your

Some places lure you in with high design, a dining gimmick, or enough sangria to make your mouth go numb, and all of those are excellent reasons to be enticed to sit down and throw around some pocket change. However, some places suck you in and keep you coming back