When I was invited to spend Friday evening at “The Jug Shop” two images came to my mind.  Either I was headed to a sweet backalley moonshine hoedown or some strip club owner decided on the least enticing name in the history of skin bars.  Much to my chagrin The

Yup, it’s here.  The Holiday Season is back and it’s gonna make you eat and drink like a motherfucking marauding viking.  I don’t even know what that means, but I do know that by the time the Holiday Season is over I always feel like a monstrous beast who should

I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with