When you’ve been in the city long enough, one begins to live in routines, sometimes only frequenting the same neighbourhoods, food joints and bars on a day-to-day basis.  Sometimes you need to change things up or entertain someone whose visiting.  It goes without saying that, with few exceptions, places like

I’m sitting here in Paul’s flat in Greenpoint, Brooklyn and I’m cripplingly exhausted.  I took a red eye last night from San Francisco and I almost never sleep on planes.  Last night was no exception.  I spent part of the flight watching Quantum of Solace and the other part observing

  If you’re planning on hitting the Patron hard tonight like the bro you are, don’t pass out in some random doorway, half-naked with a sombrero on your ass. Luxor Cabs is giving any sad, sorry individual in need of a ride home a free pick up and drop off.

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Among the Castro bars, the Midnight Sun earns marks for consistency.  Atmospherically, it can best be described as a giant television.  There is never any natural daylight inside, as that there aren’t any windows, and it boasts no less than five television sets with either a constant rotation of gay

  Remember that week you got all obsessed with Genghis Khan and decided you wanted to know as much about him as possible?  Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about…you know where this is going.  You went down to the library and got like four books about him

Assuming your case of Sunday morning palsy isn’t too bad, you’re probably looking for something to do today that doesn’t involve being rained on or watching whatever awful movie is on Comedy Central.  If you live in the Mission or Bernal Heights, I have just the thing for you: go