So you like street food with your dirty house music?  Lucky for you every fourth Thursday of the month, The Lookout hosts Dirty Dishes, a night devoted to “hot beats, tasty eats and cool peeps.”  While I definitely appreciate some good “indie electro/future bass” DJ action once in a while, and

Long before the word sandwich became synonymous with Ike’s, there was another place that was famous for the everyman’s fare in the neighbourhood bordering upper Market Street.  That place is the M & L Market. It would be a lie as well as being incredibly pointless to say that what

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

Yours truly used to actually work at Harvey’s, and even then I was kind of embarrassed to say so.  The place is over-priced and serves pretty crappy food.  That, and although I know its named in honour of Mr. Milk, one can’t help but feel its more using the name

Copious amounts of booze? I’m listening. Sexy singles? Yes please. Huevos rancheros? Where do I sign? There are few things in life I’d consider better than brunch (like seeing that your ex has gained fifty pounds or the adorable face kids make when you tell them Santa isn’t real). But

A survey taken in San Francisco has shown a curious pattern of women being able to constantly predict their male partner’s personalities according to their districts, reports say. The write-in survey, given randomly at 10 different outposts within San Francisco county lines, has had an overwhelming response. Women ages 18-45

After all of their trial runs this week, the Blue Angels have literally almost made me choke on just about everything I’ve put in my mouth this week. That’s not to say I won’t be specific — but the terror inducing sounds of a jet seeming to fly right through

The Castro is known for many things. Referred to as ‘œAmerica’s anus’ by Dave Chappelle, it’s a cozy little spot where you can pretty much get away with whatever you want. With all of the bright lights, countless bars and fairies skipping around the streets, I like to think of

Ike’s has gotten crowded. REAL crowded. Man V. Food can definitely do that to a place. Even though the lines are longer than ever, Ike is sweetening the deal with his awesome smile and a happy hour deal for all of his favorite customers. Order any sandwich between the house