There’s an endless list of things you can do at the High Line: stare at plants, stare off into the skyline, play “count the security guards,” look for naked people in the windows of the Standard Hotel, shove your face with food from Chelsea Market, take a nap on a

Every weekend in this fair city, hundreds if not thousands of people get their drunk pizza fix before heading home. I’d say the witching hour is somewhere between 1 and 3 am, but guaranteed you’ll see every local slice spot filled to the brim with dipsomaniacs ordering toppings and flavor

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

Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and

I eat fish a lot – a lot – because I am a fitness-conscious person who is interested in things like healthy fats and keeping my thighs to a minimum. But I’ll be the first to admit I, rather shamefully, don’t know much about the species of fish that I

Do you ever look into your frosty alcoholic beverage and think: What makes you so delicious, beer?  How do you taste so good?  Then, do you ever think: Why do I want ten more of you?  Now it is possible to get answers to the first two and more (the

Hanging out at the Rusty Knot is the equivalent of filling your living room with sand, blasting the heat, and making margaritas in the winter; it feels like summer not matter what time of year. I spent most of the summer biking up and down the West Side Highway on

It seems like there’s a Haiti benefit every other day, and that’s ok, it’s a bandwagon I’ll readily jump-on. And while most of us can’t afford to dish out the big bucks for high profile events, we can, however, contribute a little and laugh our asses off in the process.

My good friend Anton plays violin for bands like Bright Eyes, Mates of State, and Judgment Day, so when he played Town Hall with Bright Eyes he got us some tickets. After the show, we all met up at Rudy’s for a beer and then headed down to the after