If you’re like me, your favorite pet is somehow the basis for all of your computer passwords. Without giving too much away (and I just now changed all my passwords anyway, suckers!), my safeguard was named for a wild-eyed, red-haired, toothy guinea pig whose short existence provided young me with

Baker Beach has some charm to it. Well, a lot of charm. It might even verge on the spectacular, what with that huge red bridge in full view. It has the thrust of Burning Man history behind it, a good crowd of pantsless, furry men, even (according to our friend

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

So you’re a broke-ass. So am I. So are millions of other people in the U.S. But most of us aren’t cheap-asses. If my bank account were to ever swell beyond my miniscule barista’s paycheck, I’d be dropping dollars left and right. Damn. I could pay my parking tickets. I

Maybe the high school field trip memories are fresher for us, but I think it’s safe to say that organized tours aren’t really any young person’s thing. I remember visiting a water treatment center with my science class in 9th grade and asking a worker what the grossest thing he

Sometimes it seems like fall brings out the ravenous animal in each of us. We line up for contests that determine who can stuff the most pie in their piehole. We fly across the country to sit down and chomp through a gargantuan feast of bird. We order double venti

There are hundreds of fake grape clusters hanging from the ceilings, red and white checkered tablecloths, “That’s Amore” playing loudly in the background. Wine is served in huge quantities. Paunchy, beaming waiters slide steaming pizzas in front of their patrons. Gaspare’s, I’ve realized, is pretty much exactly where I would

After the FREE, sun-drenched, mimosa-warped glory that was Hardly Strictly, 15 bucks may seem a lot to pay for a concert. But unlike Hardly Strictly, the fourth annual Frisco Freakout is not thrown by a billionaire. It’s thrown by my downstairs neighbor, and is by all accounts awesome. The all-day,

Now that I may have worn out my welcome at Shanghai Dumpling King thanks to a overly rowdy birthday party (one attendee was dressed as a handjob), the news that similarly cheap Outer Richmond restaurant was opening sounded like manna from heaven. The fact that it would be serving chicken