I’m gonna be really real right now: the only thing that gets me wetter than fantasizing about making it with one of Marva Whitney’s back-up dancers is basking in the sun and eating some down home, backyard barbeque. You can imagine my reaction, then, when I heard about Hard French,

As far as fro-yo goes, Pinkberry is top of the pops. Nevermind that the Los Angeles-based brand had to battle a whole bunch of haters who claimed that its tangy-sweet swirls weren’t as healthy as one might think. BFD, I say. Just look at it. It’s subzero, soft-serve sourness in

I got this tip from a reader named Ricky Castaneda.  If you go out an try it let us know how it works: Tip: If you show up at the coffee bar at the Whole Foods on harrison and 27th in Oakland when they close around 8 p.m., they give

At the rate we praise the pleasures of fried chicken on this site, one would think we all had our own Jazzy motorized scooters we ride around town to accommodate our super size selves.  And now the place were my deep fried adventures began, Pies N Thighs has reopened in

1. Food First things first: you need to eat and you need to not spend money doing it.  First of all, find out if there are any farmer’s markets at all that are near you.  Nearly every single one has samples of tomatoes, cheese, sometimes even the awesome free-range chicken

Cheap drink specials are great, but the rub is that the liquor featured usually isn’t.   Which is why the latest Thursday night binger’s jackpot is Truck‘s Bourbon Boys.  From ten ’til two, less than clothed guys are pouring $2 shots of Bulleit Bourbon in an overheated bar decorated like

I talk about Goat Hill Pizza all the time and I’m always surprised that not more people know about it.  Or maybe they’ve heard of it, but have never been.  Or maybe it’s just that most people I know are normal, not insatiable, raging fat-asses like me.  But gluttony is

Award shows can be a very laboring affair to watch. The Emmys are pretty meh, the MTV awards are a fucking joke but sometimes people show up wearing pasties, and the Grammy’s are just another opportunity for my ears to be assaulted by the Black Eyed Peas. But everyone always