Nothing quite gets me in the holiday spirit then enjoying the baking labors of others, and what better way to sweeten up your Sunday, then the annual Cookie Takedown at Bell House. The Takedown has been testing the culinary prowess of Brooklyn since 2005 and has branched out to chili,

So peep this: Charanga, the pan-latin place in the Mission, really wants you to eat there.  A tipster named Tex just hollered at me to tell me that if you book a reservation through the Charanga website, they will give you a gift certificate for the amount of your bill.  So if

CRAFTERMATH This traveling, rogue punk craft brigade makes all of its crafts out of unusual materials (such as tampons, I heart NYC condoms, customized rape whistles, tiny subversive paintings, punk felt ornaments, and more). They’re having a craft party and show featuring home made crafts, indie gifts priced right, (no

While I still contend that Vegans have the worst farts ever, that doesn’t mean they’re bad people.  It just means that they’re bad people to be stuck in an elevator with.  But that aside, I know some lovely vegans and I also know some of you readers identify with this

The fine people at the San Francisco Bay Guardian have asked me to extend and invite to my dear readers (that means you dummy) for this excellent sounding event tonight. 20th Century Boys is a stirring action film based on the smash hit manga comic by Naoki Urasawa.  I don’t

I wasn’t in San Francisco during the dot com bubble but I heard there were FREE parties almost every night where you could eat and drink to your hearts content.  All the stories I’ve hear make it sound like it was pretty ridiculous and that’s exactly how I feel about

Having grown up in the Golden West for most of my life, the prospect of today’s Underground Farmer’s Market, brought to us by ForageSF sounds as captivating as it does terrifying. On one hand you hear nightmarish stories every few years, of ‘œwell-seasoned’ pros and inexperienced hippies alike dying from

If you’ve ever gotten off at the Ashby Bart station (and by ‘œgotten off’ I mean exited the train, not what the dude in the seat behind you was doing), looked across the street, and wondered what that tiny shack painted with the bright colors of Jamaica is, here’s the