Although I call myself a film buff, I could lose a lot of credibility considering there are some “classics” I’ve never seen. Let’s just say one that I haven’t seen rhymes with “Pasablanca”. I call myself a comedy nerd but I’ve never seen a certain Monty Python movie about someone

. Summer’s wrapping up. Pretty soon the call to begin hibernation will sound, and I, for one, plan on rewatching all my library movies and switching over to a steady diet of popcorn with nutritional yeast to make up for the mounting overdue fees. The only thing missing from this

I’m going to let all of you in on a little secret. But if I tell you, you have to promise not to bring hordes of your friends to this particular place on this particular night. You promise? Okay, here goes: Trivia night at the Albatross in Berkeley beats the

During the Depression, movie houses were havens of escapism from the grim realities outside-a dreamlike vacation for a pittance.  They would even have cool things like entertainment and promotional give-aways to drum up business.  You caught the double feature, got a little soft shoe and walked out with a stoneware

As far as cheap haunts are concerned, the Rotunda at Neiman-Marcus would hardly qualify in anyone’s ledger, however it is one of those places visiting friends and relatives have fond memories of from past trips to the City or who have been told about by name-dropping neighbours just back from

I’m really excited. I’m surprised I’m even able to feel again since I was pretty sure my life was over after Jesus let it rain like fuck on Easter Sunday, thus ruining my holiday.  It  forced me to spend most of the afternoon inside the Pork Store Cafe chugging mango mimosas