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A Heart-On for New York
I was walking through Dolores Park on one of those unbelievable 70 degree days that San Francisco was blessed with last week. Despite it being January, it felt like May. Gay men were sunbathing in speedos up on the hill, families from Noe Valley were comparing strollers, dogs were humping each other,
Cheap but not easy: A night with Stuart and the Intern
As an ode to his resolutions and to not be a jerk to his intern any longer, Stuart has proposed a weekly rendevous with yours truly. Whether it’s going to check out somewhere new, getting some beers or catching a show, we’re going out and blogging the findings. Think of it
Humphry Slocombe — A Mouthful of Twisted Goodness!
If you live in the Mission or are there a lot, you know 24th Street is the next big spot. First it was Divis, then Polk and now 24th Street is getting a gentrified, hipster makeover. Phat Philly has found a great home near Mission street, and I hear their
Want some free food with your drink?
Just thought I’d let all you San Francisco people know that, during the day on weekends, the bar Delirium (16th St. near Valencia) gives out free BBQ. All you gotta do is buy a drink. I know some of you like to spend your Sundays getting drunk, and I just thought you might want
Broke-Ass Stuart Interview on Gothamist
I was lucky enough to be interviewed on Gothamist recently. This is pretty huge considering that they get something like 4.5 million hits a month, which is a lot of frigging hits. I’m not gonna put the whole interview up here right now, but please click here and read the
Williamsburg meet Mission, Mission meet Williamsburg
As we all know, there’s a lot of cross traffic between San Francisco and New York. If you live in one then it’s almost guaranteed that you have friends in the other. This holds even more true when discussing Williamsburg and the Mission; it’s almost like they’re first cousins. Sure
Free Devil Makes Three show in Berkeley
During one of the best periods of my live I was living in the attic above Cafe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz. The cafe was in the center of town and I was a young, single college kid more concerned with partying and getting laid than studying and getting A’s. Luckily for me
