Local housing heroes Dolores Street Community Services like a good shindig and tonight they’re holding their WowWowWowWow Happy Hour featuring the cookies and milk of barflies, tamales and beer, to raise some masa for their AIDSWalk sponsorship. You get two different kinds of tamales for $8 and can wash them

‘œAre you bummed that there isn’t a San Francisco Street fair that specifically targets your metaphoric internal homo animal designation? Are you sorta chickeny? Fox-curious? Wolflexible? Does hotmusclebear.com leave you lukewarm? Are you a Turkey Vulture? A pigasus? A bearacat?’ So say Walter Gòmez and Mica Sigourney of CHICKENBEAR. Sounding

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

The Geary Club isn’t the filthiest, or even the most insane dive in town but it may be one of the smallest. It’s a narrow shotgun style bar with just enough space to squeeze in some barstools. It’s like drinking in a dusty dollhouse full of five o’clock shadowed clowns

Although insanely popular, I wouldn’t usually recommend local queen bee, Juanita More‘s Pride Party if you were looking to save a little cash during this week’s hijinx.  It’s fun and all but there’s an epic line sometimes and the Bambuddha Lounge ain’t exactly bargain basement when it comes to liquor.

To kick off  pride this week the SF Bike Coalition will be hosting a LGBTQ meet and greet happy hour at Duboce Café for all those queers that like to get from point A to point B on wheels and their own steam. Duboce Café will be donating 10% of

My fondness for pork is pretty common knowledge amongst anyone who knows me. That said, I really have to admire Chris Cosentino and Mark Pastore’s mission to make porcine delights (‘œtasty, salted pig parts’ to be exact) more accessible to the people. Which is why, if you happen to be

Well, if you were too deep into a bender to buy tickets to this Friday’s annual bar crawl, you can look upon the melee as a spectator sport as our own little pied piper and his trail of beer rats do our cannonball run through the hazy streets of San

An old bar closing never ceases to sadden me.  Many of my favourites are now just ghostly vapor in my delirium-addled memory.  Expansion, Ginger’s Trois, 7-11 Club– was it just yesterday we were getting frisky?  The wind cuts through my coat a little quicker now. The House of Shields has