When it comes to setting a mood, few promoters are as adept as DJ Bus Station John.  If you’ve ever been to one of his nights around town, you’ll know the smut envelopes all the senses – from his deft array of bathhouse vinyl to the ample display of cock

Thanks to our fearless leader in Sacramento, it will probably be some time before we ever see that magic bullet train become a reality, if ever. Until that point if you need to make the trip between LA and SF, your options are pretty standard and not always that cheap.

‘œ..and through, thine intercession, I pray the blessed brewers, have made this, my beer, delicious. Amen’ I suppose, the city’s pre-occupation with food and its proximity to a Jesuit university explains the existence of a Euro-centric grub pub that’s named after the patron saint of beer. Whereas Bistro Gambrinus may

Okaaaay.  So, technically this happens every Friday (!), but it seems like a lovely stocking stuffer to share with our dear readers who are already on the late shift of their Noel pub crawls or for those who are desperately fleeing their respective gatherings and need a drip set up

This place has been around in some form or another for over a hundred years.  I read somewhere that the Graywood Hotel, of which it occupies the bottom floor was, at one time, a grand lodge in the pastoral Noe Valley that city folk would come and rejuvenate themselves at.

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

It would seem the latest deal on tinned swill would be found on the corner of Market, Church, and Fourteenth.  Saturdays, between 4:00p.m. and 8:00 p.m., the Bar on Church has Pabst Blue Ribbon on special at .50¢ a can which takes the edge off these dark, bleak, frozen days.