photo from New York Magazine The best holiday decorations are the ones that would make Martha Stewart throw up. December is the only time I miss the suburbs, because most Brooklyn houses don’t have the space to put up massive light displays, light up snowmen, reindeer drinking water or Santa’s

As the title of this post suggests, Gotham City Lounge is a fucking great bar. It’s cheap. It’s genuinely divey. It’s got a pool table. It’s right under the Central Ave. M train stop (and within walking distance of the Myrtle Ave.-Broadway J stop). It has great atmosphere. This truly

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

Finding Lansky’s was like finding a Kenny G album in Henry Rollins’ iPod. It was puzzling and unexpected. I only venture out into the expensive foreign land of the Upper West Side when it is necessary, and hearing about cheap beer and sliders made this a necessary trip. Lansky’s is

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,