Christy Jovanelly - Cheapskate Commentator
Credo's Happy Hour Philosophy: Let's Start at 2:30!
I’ve been to Credo in the Financial District a total of exactly one time. As a broke-ass, I’m not in the habit of spending half my monthly rent on a Wednesday night dinner, but I had gotten my hands on a Groupon for Credo, which I only bought because I
Borrow Lombardi Sports' Rooftop for Fleet Week!
Loud noises! Sailors! Gay guys in hot pants! These fit right into a game I like to call “Halloween, Pride or Fleet Week?” One look out the window should tell you (as if you don’t already know, you savvy San Franciscan, you) that it’s FLEET WEEK and you know what
Relive Your Seventh Grade Semi-Charmed Life with a FREE Third Eye Blind Show
So remember seventh grade and the most awesome song on the radio and in the world at large was “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind, even though all the lyrics minus the chorus were basically unintelligible jibberish? But that catchy, catchy hook, man! And truth be told, “Jumper” and “How’s
More Cheap All-You-Can-Eat Pizza at The Lookout on Tuesday Nights
I’ll start out with a hypothetical: It’s a Tuesday afternoon, you’ve been working like a dog all day (or, like me, woke up at 3pm because you work from home and set your own hours) and you’re STARVING. So starving you stoop to using a cliche over Gchat and tell
Get Your Gay On at Sunday's Castro Street Fair
The festival/street fair season is coming to an end, which is a shame considering the nice weather my iPhone weather thing tells me will be continuing into the next month. You’ve pounded Jager bombs with some dudes at Bar None during the Union Street Festival, played the djembe with some
In Need of Some Outdoor Adventures? Sports Basement's Got You Covered
Being outdoors is great. I like it as much as the next guy, especially with my puppy, Jack White, and a big ol’ 40 in tow. But I have to admit my idea of being “outdoorsy” is spending the day sprawled out on a beach blanket at Dolores Park. This
Stuff Your Face With Cheap Buns From Lung Fung Bakery
My second apartment in the city was on 18th Avenue at Geary in an area I like to call “Central Richmond” (Google Maps tells me this is a real term in existence, but I’ve never heard anybody actually speak this in conversation). Anyway, there were a ton of cheap and