When Mojo Bicycle Cafe first opened, Divisadero was a rapidly changing street. The Western Addition had been seeing an influx of young white people for a number of years by that point and to reflect this, realtors started calling the neighborhood NoPa. When I lived in the neighborhood back in
San Francisco is an old, iron safe filled with gold, glory, disaster, and secrets. SFCentric History is a column, by SF writer V. Alexandra de F. Szoenyi, that digs in the vaults of local history and shares the sensational people, places, and things that rocked San Francisco. One of the indicators that
He pulled out his phone and checked his to-do list. 6 PM: dinner. 7 PM: break up with Angela. FINISH DIVE BAR PIECE BY MIDNIGHT DEADLINE!!!
EATING HEALTY! My New Year’s resolution to be a healthier lady (and, in turn, gain the body of a young Cindy Crawford) is going pretty well. I joined a CSA, started chewing Trident Tropical Twist (the best gum in the world) instead of chocolate-covered pretzels while watching my beloved Hoarders,
ATTENTION VEGANS/VEGETARIANS!! This post is NOT for you. Why? Because I will be expounding upon the delicious, tantalizingly meaty goodness of the bacon at KK Cafe, specifically as it applies to a beefy, 1/2 pound burger, and the last thing I want you to do is throw up the kale
With Valentine’s day coming up, we really want to give you as many opportunities as possible to dine on some aphrodisiacs. So if you can’t make it down to the Embarcadero for $1 Oysters at Waterbar, we might suggest a more homely neighborhood location for shellfish: Bar Crudo on Divisadero
If there is one thing I hate more than romantic comedies, it’s action movies. Why pay to go see Michael Bay blow shit up like a 10 year old when you can just as easily do the same thing, and for cheaper, in your backyard? Movie prices have gotten out