Hungry? Broke? Malnourished? Do you live in a city where anything green costs more than what you make in an hour? Then stop reading this, get PareUp , and treat yourself. And you’ll be helping to curb food waste while you’re at it. PareUp connects users with discounted food that New

I’m sure when Louisiana-born Dale Hawkins wrote Susie Q in 1957, the last thing he thought it would spark was a Nola, Louisiana food truck (with a name that literally gives new meaning to the word food porn: Susie Q’s lunchbox, indeed) that sat in a parking lot in the

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

For me, this recipe is kind of like the bottle of Trader Joe’s wine you always keep stashed under your bed in case of hosting/party guest/shitty day emergencies. (If you don’t do that, start doing that!). It was basically born from a day when I needed a dip and had

Desperate times call for drastic measures. I was at a BBQ party the other day, and I started talking to some girl about how she used to kidney beans and ketchup for dinner and then eat white rice and mix it with different flavored jam for desert. Then we sort

My friend Matt showed me this restaurant a few years ago, back when I was really broke. That means, basically, living in a crawl space, surviving off food stamps and having little to no spending money. But the poor still need a few quality pastimes. For example: going to the

After much thought during a recent long drive so boring that counting deer carcasses became an actual game,  I have made an important realization that I feel I must–must!–share with the world RIGHT NOW: Peter McManus Cafe is my favorite pub in New York City. If you haven’t been there

Yesterday, the internet went down at work and I was sent home. PJs on, cookie crumbs on my shirt and Ghostbusters on the TV, there was only one thing that dragged me from my pathetic but cozy lair: Two for Tuesdays at Bar Matchless. Dangerously, the special is from 8PM-2AM…perfectly

Leaving a(n empty) oven on can only warm your apartment up so much and does nothing to assuage an empty stomach. And as the old adage goes: empty stomach, empty oven equals a one-way ticket to Unhappy Town. (Or something like that.) So might I suggest perusing the San Francisco