SURVIVING THANKSGIVING IN SF II: THE $30 BUDGET BASIC BIRD DAY BELT BUSTER It’s your second Thanksgiving away from your family. You’re one of the few people that stayed behind in the city. Because of this, most of us have handselected our own non-nuclear family consisting of voluntarily insane friends. But

It’s your first Thanksgiving away from your family. You’re one of the few people that stayed behind in the city. Because of this, most of us have handselected our own non-nuclear family consisting of voluntarily insane friends. But while we don’t crave the tradition of being grilled by our family members

I suppose there periodically come times in everyone’s life when they’re forced to ask themselves, “Is this necessary?” When you’re arguing with your significant other on the Muni over which band you’ll see together at Hardly Strictly. When you’re forced to bee line around a group of sidewalk-hoggers in the

Happy Christmas Eve, all! While a large percentage of the country is scurrying around to finish their Christmas shopping, Santa delivered a miracle this year and gave me the motivation to finish early.  I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Now that I have some time on my hands,

                Chilango in The Castro   Sprouting up from the verdant landscape of the S.F culinary scene in recent years have been establishments whose mission statements can be summarized by two words: “Mexican” and “authentic”.   To the discerning (read “snobbish”) culinite, burritos

Don’t order the specials Howard’s Café is a diner in the Inner Sunset.  Remarkable? Not particularly, and that isn’t to its detriment. American diners represent comfortable familiarity with a twist of that quality us State-Siders would like to think we invented: individuality.  They’re all very much alike, but with little

My birthday is coming up (no, it’s not my 1/2 birthday as this photo would indicate) and people keep asking me what I want.  Apparently, I’m difficult to shop for – the problem is that all I want every year is for people whom I care about (and it’s a