A couple weeks ago I had an amazing experience — I got to go to a Sufjan Stevens show at The Paramount Theatre in Oakland.  While I wish he would have played, say, at the Fox due to his new album’s funky, dance-y nature and the Fox’s spacious general admission area,

Mission’s Kitchen is outwardly deceiving because, from the 1940’s blinds in the window to the sign trimmed in incandescent bulbs, the place look’s  like your typical diner that time forgot, not unlike say, Jim’s up the street. The thing is that whereas it does provide all the standards-for-a-song you would

My second apartment in the city was on 18th Avenue at Geary in an area I like to call “Central Richmond” (Google Maps tells me this is a real term in existence, but I’ve never heard anybody actually speak this in conversation). Anyway, there were a ton of cheap and

Baseball was once America’s past time and a sport that the common man could get behind.  The A’s are trying to bring that sentiment back to the people by having ludicrously cheap tickets for Wednesday home games.  For just $2 you can score a seat at the stadium and watch

Sure, there’s something to be said for going to brunch at Andalu, spending $15 on bottomless mimosas and God only knows how much on ahi tuna tacos (the least appetizing-sounding hangover cure ever), but sometimes you just want that greasy, down-home egg, bacon and hash brown plate without the hibiscus

Some lucky assholes have parents who buy them  Costco memberships just for the hell of it, but I’m not one of those lucky assholes.  Rather, I am a young broke-ass who refuses to pay $100 a year for a membership to anything, even if that membership includes FREE samples and

Okay. So maybe I’m one of the last fat-asses in the city to try the Torta Cubana from That’s It Market, a commmmmbination liquor store and deli serving tortas, tacos, tostadas and, inexplicably, falafels, but I don’t care. Because I will tell you the truth about this mystical Torta Cubana: