I’ve been sitting on this tip for awhile now.  The PR folks for Gallo Salame sent it to me like a month ago, but I wanted to wait publish it until it neared.  This is simply because I know you fuckers would probably forget about it and I don’t want you

My friends over at Drink Me Magazine have something to celebrate: they’ve survived an entire year as a print magazine.  In this particular climate that’s a pretty amazing feat and thus they want to do something to honor this accomplishment – drink! Roll out to Eve on Wednesday, April 28th

There’s a hot dog stand on 7th and Folsom that I just discovered called Da Beef. They have a deal where you pay $5 and get a Chicago dog, a bag of chips, and a soda. Oh hey, what’s up best lunch ever? They have kind of weird hours, but

Last Wednesday night, after Broke-Ass Team San Francisco lost the INFORUM‘s “New Face of San Francisco Media” award to this guy (whatever — we’re gracious enough to admit he deserved it), and after we ate all the hors d’oeuvres and tapped the keg, we made our way over to House

Um.  There will be beef jerky here. If, for some inconceivable reason, you need more convincing than that to go to the third installment of the SF Underground Farmers Market on Saturday night, how ’bout I  add pulled pork, fried chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, foccacia, homemade fresh ginger beer, Hawaiian baked

Soft, twinkling lights, snappy dance numbers, beautiful girls, and suppers of eastern delicacies called things like Chop Suey– What a night you could have in that enchanting Chinatown!  The possibilities as endless as the stars in the heavens! By the thirties, San Franciscan xenophobia had ebbed to a level where

“Oh wow…this is awkward.  I was expecting a completely different kind of pussy at this massage.” I bet you thought you knew where this was going didn’t you?  You immediately assumed this was gonna be about hitting up one of the Tenderloin rub n tugs and getting a little something