The Snuggie is an interesting phenomenon, not because of its similarity to the standard stable blanket, nor its druid-inspired aesthetic.  A huge, fleece blanket with sleeves and a hood just makes sense. No, it is interesting because of the fan culture of the product and its decimation of its competitor

As old-timey newspaper men in the movies would say, “Stop The Presses!”  Being a Southern California native, I have a huge stick up my ass about the quality and price of Mexican food in NYC.  Aside from the delicious taco van inside Union Pool, I had yet to find another

Eating in a food court can be depressing, but May’s Coffee Shop in the Japan Center Kintetsu Mall is not your usual food court fare.  Of course, although, it is a concrete monolith, the Japan Center is not your typical mall.   Situated in the center section of the complex,

Standing alone, a dinner or drinks can be manageable, but combined…well, that’s just stupid.  It’s like fighting two bears.  I can’t do that. Budgets begin to implode.  Enter BYOB restaurants – places where owners are lazy, poor, or philosophically aligned with drinking malt liquor with your dinner. I hardly ever

For those of you who have the San Francisco book, you might remember a little passage that goes like this:   Morton’s Steakhouse:  400 Post St. @ Powell I am a golden god for giving this one to you!  Yes my friends this one here is fucking gorgeous!  Every Monday-Friday

The sun is out and the people are shining vibrant shades of pink.  Nice days in San Francisco mean mainly one thing for the denizens of the Mission, Noe Valley, and The Castro: fucking off all day in Dolores Park. I was walking through DP yesterday when I ran into

Only a deep man love for Stuart – you’re ok too –  can explain the effort of getting this out this early on Saturday. I’ve only slept a few hours in the past 2 days and some of those were in the backseat of an Echo on St. Mark’s and

I’m not a coffee drinker.  Not that there’s anything wrong with it (for fuck’s sake, we all know I have more vices than I can count), it’s just never been my thing.  But I certainly know how important the dark drink is to some people.  Back in high school I