Who knew that seven little letters could incite such emotional response? The name Rose Pak means different things to different people. To some, she was a tireless activist, a power broker with a cause, an inspiration. To others, she was a divisive, foul-mouthed bully. In reality, she was probably both.

You may have heard that the Mezzanine, one of San Francisco’s beloved music venues, was being forced out of its home on 444 Jessie st.  The Mezzanine’s landlords threatened to raise their rent by 600% by year’s end, essentially kicking them out in order to convert the thriving nightlife venue

I am extremely excited to announce the release of The Delicious Card! Delicious cardholders get awesome deals at over 30 of your favorite SF eateries! Membership is a great way to explore new places, support local businesses, and support local journalism.

While people were celebrating Saint Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland, Tech execs were busy driving e-scooters into ‘San Fran’ at a top speed of 15 mph.  Naturally, there are some problems, you don’t introduce an invasive species into a San Francisco without upsetting the habitat.

Supervisors Jane Kim and Aaron Peskin introduced a charter amendment yesterday that that would more than double San Francisco’s affordable housing requirements for market rate projects from 12% to 25% in new construction. The city currently requires market-rate projects to provide 12% of their units below market rate.  But developers

The Kinda Late Show is back! Get your tickets here: http://ticketf.ly/1XEoycS After taking time off while I ran for mayor, we are ending the year by having a bunch of funny people roast me for my birthday. The show is on 12/17m at Doc’s Lab and the line-up is incredible! Sister

The San Bruno Owl winds its way through the mists South of Market as we head towards Van Ness. There aren’t many people on the northbound motor coach at this hour, with the exception of a few stragglers and a nattily dressed older woman who is harping on a teenager

  Once a year, as the day’s light develops its golden October hue, Castro Street takes on a look akin of yesteryear, when bronzed boys hung out of listing Victorians and a sea of the Eureka Valley’s villagers grooved amongst the beer gardens and cotton candy booths below. True, the

Shortly after I first moved to San Francisco I learned about Joshua Abraham Norton aka Emperor Norton I, the Gold Rush era eccentric who first declared that we should build a bridge from San Francisco to Oakland. Norton had lost all his money speculating on Peruvian Rice, and subsequently lost