Ippuku’s sake on tap There was a time when we as a people lived in fear of eating under-cooked pork.  Casting my mind back to the early 80’s, when A-Ha’s “Take On Me” was annoyingly inescapable and dudes everywhere sported see-through mesh t-shirts, our mothers and fathers were unwitting violators

I don’t normally like cupcakes. At best, I think they’re a great mobilizer of sugar into the system of greedy 5th graders during holiday parties with classmade, construction paper, chain link streamers. Well, that’s the only time I made and consumed cupcakes. Then, when the cupcake craze swept over America

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The answer to this question is easy:  smear on massive amounts of lipstick, back-comb your wig into voluminous perfection, climb up onto a table, and shake your thing because hips don’t lie, honey!  Oh, wait.  So you just want to learn how to dance like a pro, but don’t have

Valentine’s Day is whatever the hell you choose it to be.  Whether you decide to enjoy a semi-romantic dinner with your significant other or have a few beers at a live show, just be sure to have a good time. One option this Valentine’s Day will be taking place at

Maoz is (sort of) a chain, but there’s only one in the Bay Area. I love the simple concept: they only sell pitas, falafel, and fries. And sure, I wouldn’t call it “authentic” Mediterranean food, but it is damn tasty. So why even mention Maoz? The best thing about it

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

One evening when I was out in Downtown Oakland, the hunger set in at about midnight. A friendly fellow bar patron directed me to a place called “Uncle Dougie’s New York-style Italian Heroes” on 17th Street. A short walk from The Layover Bar and we arrived at a late-night diner’s

San Francisco is pretty much a huge fungus fair already, for better or for worse, from readily-available edibles to the stuff that teems on our young, lithe bodies. One of my friends (Sam) is host to a vehemently fragrant and tenacious foot fungus that seems only to worsen with his