It was a late Friday on the eve of the Folsom Street Fair, and I was sitting at the Hole In the Wall sandwiched between the well and two guys aggressively licking each other’s armpits.  My roommate had flaked on me per usual, so I decided to throw in the

If your chomping at the bit in frenzied anticipation of this year’s Folsom Street Fair, then wipe yourself off a tad and head down to The Holy Cow on Sunday.  The resident mixers of sound, Honey Soundsystem are the official welcome wagon for this coming week’s frisky business. Honey usually

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

  It’s been about 166 years since Californios marked today as Independence Day, but today the juggernaut of pyrotechnics, tri-coloured faces, epic spreads and booze, booze, and more booze has already started for six countries in the Americas (Guatemala, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Honduras, Costa Rica, 15th; México, 16th). Although México’s

  It’s been some dark days for city history as of late. With the latest casualties being the likes of Tosca and The Purple Onion, one might wonder who’s next on the venerable hit list. Probably some deadbeat tenant like Swan’s Oyster Depot or the Buena Vista, more than likely.

The lynchpin of brunch is, of course, the mimosa. Without it, or it’s more potent sister, the Bloody Mary, the majority of brunches in this town would just be so-so, over-priced hybrid meals. Once you start with the kiddies, however, brunch tends to be one of those activities that was

  A seventh day installment on where to get free/cheap church-going grub.  Growing up Roman Catholic, nothing makes Sunday morning more criminal than fasting. From the day of your first communion onward your not allowed so much as a breadcrumb until the paper-thin wafer passes your lips at mass. No

As a general rule, straying from the main drag for the purposes of late night calorie consumption would seem counterintuitive. As Fattmink mentioned in last week’s post, my neighbourhood, not as well-trafficked as other Mission environs, would definitely qualify as off the beaten path unless you consider “psych ward– close”

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