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

The “Where’s Waldo” of sushi restaurants The most under-the-radar sushi restaurant –no, scratch that, the most under-the-radar restaurant of any kind is located in Cole Valley, near the corner of Cole and Carl Streets. It’s called Hama-Ko, a fact you wouldn’t glean from perusing the restaurant’s frontage, nor its menu.

Yes, neighbors, it’s time for the fall edition of the Divis Art Walk — and I’m not going to be there.  I wish I was, though, because the last art walk here was described to me as “crazy, fratty drunkenness taking over the sidewalks,” and that’s definitely my kind of

Being vegetarian in this city is expensive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely not complaining. But if I want to go out for a nice meal, something I want to tell a friend about the next day, I’m pretty much fucked with the prospect of actually going out and I

The sun is doing a strange thing here in San Francisco.  It’s shining.  Brightly.  In July.  I made the mistake of wearing a wife-beater yesterday while searching for Divine Nonchalance and now have a very silly looking sunburn line.  I sometimes forget that I’m actually a ginger kid who’s hair