Calling Island Earth a farmers market is a bit of a misnomer.  It should really be called “heaven”.  Ok, I’m exaggerating, but really it’s a lot closer to being the best food court in the world, than it is to being a farmers market. Basically, the people who run the

On Saturday begins the 8th annual San Francisco Zine Fest, a FREE two-day conference for independent and underground publishing.  Exhibitors come from all over the West Coast for showcases, workshops, and events.  It’ll mostly focus on zines, but a wide range of DIY will be represented as well ‘” all

I always thought The Opera was too high-brow for me’”that it would be all crustless sandwiches, drinking with your pinky up, and polite behavior (you’re not allowed to say ‘œfuck’ at The Opera).  But then in high school my worldly, cultured friend’s parents took us to the San Francisco Opera. 

Rare is the day that this city feels tropical, but there exists a fair-sized contingent that hails from the beautiful Hawai’ian isles to the west that, with their beautiful culture, warms us frigid mainlanders and imagine that we live in a kinder warmer place. Saturday, August 15, Patrick Makuakane and

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups

I’ve got a love/hate relationship with the nightlife in North Beach.  On weeknights it’s a great place to go out, hang with some friends and have a tipple with 75 year old poets.  It’s also got the Holy Trinity of bars: Spec’s, Tosca, and Vesuvio. But weekend nights in North

I’m totally digging this whole Art Walk thing.  If you remember, the Divisidero one happened a few months back and it was killer!  It was the kind of San Francisco night where each place you went to, you ran into some one you hadn’t seen in awhile.  You know what