The Sunset is almost never a destination when it comes to nightlife, which is probably why places like the venerable Riptide are so fond of specials.  Not that they’re all that worried about drumming up business anyway, since their following is very loyal and pretty local. It’s touching nonetheless, that

Events centered on canines always strike me as ludicrous, though, I’m not particularly fond of man’s ‘œbest’ friend I grant you. Unless, it was Goliath, of course, who seemed like an all right pup.  Then again, he could talk and give you advice. Anyway, if you like observing owners frothing

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

Aside from foraging and hunting, you can’t get more back to basics than growing your own food.  Unfortunately, for some, the task of keeping a houseplant alive is one that often ends in sadness It really isn’t entirely without reason-With few exceptions, you really can’t stick a twig in the

When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos.  Needless to

Through the Intercession of Imbeciles I Love A Parade was a song written explicitly with San Francisco in mind, and few are as adept at embracing the city of yore, kinda today and maybe tomorrow than the St. Stupid’s Day Parade. Stupidity licks at our heels these days as often

Trader Joe’s bags you at the snacks.  Safeway is but a necessary evil – gouging you at every turn. The store on the corner’s often a misguided venture, usually heavily influenced by extreme hunger or heavy influence.  Where does one turn?  Well if one lives in the nosebleeds of the

Oh the otter.  What mass appeal you possess, whether you be ‘œblue raspberry’ flavoured, an oblivious critter prying open an abalone while floating in front of cooing tourists, or a skinny hairy dude.  Of the latter, San Francisco is practically overflowing, but if you simply can’t have enough, then the

Some weeks back, I mentioned Wright’s Pink Popcorn in a post I wrote about the Stow Lake Boathouse. Wright’s Pink Popcorn is one of those items one finds on dusty corner grocery shelves and at sports concessionaires that is a certain class of ancient snack on par with the likes