Let’s just get it out of the way right now: adulthood sucks. There’s insurance you’re not eligible for, careers you’re unqualified for, and you just don’t get that Justin Bieber (though he’s much more awesome slowed down 800%). Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the time when your

Looking for something to do this weekend involving FREE booze, cool art, furniture and the Mission, but don’t want to stoop to showing up at the front door of your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend and risking an outbreak of those pesky genital warts?  I’ve got you covered. Tonight at 5pm, Dusty

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

If you’re sick of the speakeasy aesthetic, then, The Manhattan Inn is probably not for you.  Maybe you just can’t relate to it. Kind of like books, because they’re all like: “One summmahh, when I was vacaaationing with my cousins, I met Rrrrafaelo Rotundo, and he shooowed me how to

A few weeks ago, SF Weekly sponsored this awesome happy hour event at The Irish Bank where for only $10, you could pound all the Widmer Hefeweizen and Drifter you and your buddies could handle for two hours. Understandably, not all of you were able to make it out for this.

Hard French, the fabulous Saturday afternoon soul music dance party extravaganza at El Rio, is back, and this edition is probably gonna be the best one because, one, HELLO, it’s Labor Day weekend and everyone is looking to get shitfaced, so you know it’s ON, and two, courtesy of Room

As far as cheap haunts are concerned, the Rotunda at Neiman-Marcus would hardly qualify in anyone’s ledger, however it is one of those places visiting friends and relatives have fond memories of from past trips to the City or who have been told about by name-dropping neighbours just back from

Obviously the best tip on how to avoid arrest is “don’t do anything illegal,” but let’s face it. I am shocked when I find out that someone my age hasn’t had a brush with the fuzz. It’s like finding out someone hates fun: obviously thrills and chills are the only

We’ve all been there. I was there this morning. That special, upsetting place that exists in the early morning — probably on your floor — where you wake up disoriented, groggy and with six missed calls indicating the necessity of your presence at a place where you obviously are not.