There are hundreds of fake grape clusters hanging from the ceilings, red and white checkered tablecloths, “That’s Amore” playing loudly in the background. Wine is served in huge quantities. Paunchy, beaming waiters slide steaming pizzas in front of their patrons. Gaspare’s, I’ve realized, is pretty much exactly where I would

Temescal: It’s that slice of Oakland that’s just north of MacArthur BART and south of Berkeley city limits. Still don’t get the picture? It’s the neighborhood that’s home to both Bakesale Betty and Lanesplitter’s. Ah, now you see. Come out tomorrow and celebrate what I’m proud to call my ‘hood

I don’t normally go out for Italian food because I kind of have a thing about spending money on dishes it’s safe to say I could make at home for a third of the price, like pizza or spaghetti and meatballs.  On the other hand, as half of the blood

Past How-To Nights at Bazaar Cafe have taught us how to get a book published, how to grow veggies, and how to make a telescope, among other things — all for FREE.  This month, Jeff Potter, author of Cooking for Geeks, will be at the cafe to teach all you

I’ll start out with a hypothetical:  It’s a Tuesday afternoon, you’ve been working like a dog all day (or, like me, woke up at 3pm because you work from home and set your own hours) and you’re STARVING.  So starving you stoop to using a cliche over Gchat and tell

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

I have a thing for pizza pie, especially pizza pie from Pizza Orgasmica.  I know there’s three locations — one in the Richmond, one in the Financial District and one in the Marina — but the only one I’ve been to is on Clement Street so that’s the one I’m