The belly of the beast One of my favorite happy hours for sushi is brought to you by Sushi Time, secreted down in an anonymous little nook of The Castro.  It’s like a little wad of cud some forlorn cow forgot in the back of its mouth. If that’s not

Shortly after graduating college, I found myself in an “identity crisis.”  I realized that I had spent the last four years of my life writing analytical essays about “thingness” or whatever other words I could add -ness to the end of, and over-using the word “utterly” to make myself sound

There’s something special about local, corner bars. I’m not sure why that fact that they are situated on a corner makes them feel cooler – but the Sycamore in the Mission definitely has that cozy, neighborhood feel. The Sycamore is a great gastropub that seves awesome food and some good

I found a great place for Happy Hour in San Rafael that I can swoop by for a drink and some cheap appetizers on my way back to the city after work. Whipper Snapper is the perfect spot for meeting the girls for a pitcher of Sangria and some tapas. They offer

Normally, Kyo-ya would be on the radar of no broke ass. Its only saving grace for people like us is its happy hour. Kyo-ya has a great atmosphere and layout. It’s mellow and “modern”, if you will. There is also a pretty bitchin’, somewhat secluded room with leather chairs and

  I guess it’s pretty obvious why people who frequent bars a lot are called “bar flies,” but I always get this image in my head of all these big, horse flies swarming around and getting stuck in a puddle of warm beer. They try to move about and escape,

  I’m not exactly sure what it is about the Noc-Noc that makes me black out every time I go there. Well, not all the way (since they don’t serve Fernet Branca) but, pretty close to it. Maybe it’s the toxic mix of I.P.A. and hot Sake just before the