Nestled in the heart of the hyper-industrial, super-consumer heaven that is Emeryville, California, a new Target (or “Tar-jay” as middle-aged white ladies call it), is born. Some of you are probably wondering, “Why does this earth need another Target? We already have 300 of them in California alone!” But, honestly,

It’s Sunday morning, and you don’t want to leave your bed until at least 11:30 (it’s out of principle).  But then you’re struck by the primal urge to forage through clumps of tangled trinkets while being subjected to Raggaeton and a guy playing whatever the hell this thing is.  That’s

Since we’re finally getting a dose of the wet and wild winter weather, I figured you might be looking for a dark hole to climb into and get drunk in this weekend. If that’s the case, look no further than The Avenue in Oakland. The Avenue is a quintessential dive

Children, children everywhere.  The earth may be buckling like the merry widow on an over-enthusiastic auntie post-holiday gorge, but you wouldn’t know it by the way them babies be popping out  these days. Well, anyone who’s Catholic or part of some other culture that subscribes to a loaves and fishes

There’s nothing like pounding Coors Lights, stuffing your face with greasy pepperoni pizza and belting out the lyrics to Paradise City while dancing like Axel Rose after getting your second strike in a row on a rainy Sunday afternoon. If you really want to end your weekend with a bang,

Full disclosure: I have never been to a strip club. I have heard reviews ranging from “the most depressing experience of my life” to “sort of okay.” I want to believe that Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club embodies the latter — because it’s offering $2 drinks every Tuesday and Wednesday in

¡Holy frijoles! ¡Ay chihuahua! ¡Good God of guacamole! ¡Uh, cool! Flacos Tacos in South Berkeley made me wanna shout all of those things when I learned about their tasty, home made dishes and amazing specials. Flacos occupies the little stone hut that was once home to Ital Calabash, the Jamaican-vegan