Spilling a drink at the bar is like spilling a sperm sample — its going to take about 45 minutes to get another one, so guard that shit with your life. That’s why The Lab is hosting the hilarious Drinking and Dancing competition tonight. It combines the art of two

So here’s the skinny.  This is one of those places that has the potential to be one of the great dives in the City, but then has one major shortcoming.  The Good:  The bartenders here are amazing at making drinks and being nice people.  The interior looks like someone was

Fetid tide rushes and sand dunes, are what the first settlers got when they first laid eyes on the city that scrapes the stars. Never the less they put on some furs, shucked a few mussels and made it work. A few eons later, some smelly, hairy guys wearing crosses

The other day Live the Lush Life got at me on twitter and because of it I learned a lot.  I learned that A) they existed, B) they have a fuckload more twitter followers than me (ahem…that means you you should totally follow me) and C) that there’s a bunch

Alright.  I’m about to get super green on you, so if you hate trees and recycling and wildlife and the planet then don’t bother reading on.  But also if you really hate all those things do me a solid and try not to procreate.  This weekend is the annual San

Revolution Café is located in West Oakland in a neighborhood known as The Lower Bottoms, not a particularly endearing name, but somehow fitting for a place west of “Dogtown.’ From the outside it doesn’t look like anything special, but when you walk through the front door its awesomeness will smack you

DJs have it SO much better than people in bands.  Besides there being no heavy equipment to lug around, there’s also no band mates to bicker/split your money with.  It’s really an ideal situation.  I grew up with The Gaslamp Killer and I’ve seen how he rolls these days; dude