The sole reason I went to Club 65 the other night was to find out whether or not a certain man existed.  Apparently more of a fixture at the bar than a patron, ‘œThe General’, as he’s called, is rumored to be an ancient one eyed creature, with great big

While any of you that read this site certainly don’t have the salary to be an active participant of Crabonanza 2009 [I hear the catch this year sucks anyway!], there are more definitely some activities to get you into the holiday spirit after stuffing your face all day. And FYI:

My friend took me to what she called “a faggy little spot” in the Tendernob this past weekend with promises of a sturdy breakfast. She definitely didn’t let me down. Upon walking into Sugar Cafe, I was greeted by art pieces, a big fireplace and a menu featuring breakfast, lunch,

Let’s see.  What does one need after a day of wanton gluttony?  How about a steady diet of diuretics? Yay! If you’re one of those masochists that enjoys the bloodbath that is shopping the day after Thanksgiving, than you’ll be thrilled to know that Dunkin’ Donuts is ready to set-up

In the second installment of the bus etiquette series we’re going to cover quite a bit. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll discover our bodies. I hope you’re ready for this adventure. I know I am. 1. Greet the bus driver. Turns out that’s not a robot driving the bus, it’s

You already know how I feel about libraries.  But here is something even more miraculous.  The Bay Area FREE Book Exchange in El Cerrito (North of Berkeley) is a cooperative run by local booksellers/booklovers.  It is literally a ‘œstore’ full of FREE books.  Whenever I’m in a store and an

As you well know, I love 15 Romolo.  The Holy Trinity of Vesuvio, Spec’s, and Tosca will always have my undying affection, but Romolo is one of the few bars under 50 years old that I will go to in North Beach.  In fact, I was just there last week

I was walking with a friend in Duboce Park the other day when we stumbled upon a bunch of food carts.  Although the delicious fumes wafting from ‘œWholesome Bakery’ and  ‘œThat Guy’s Fries’ were trumped a minute later when my friend stepped in dog shit (the perils of Duboce Park),