Somebody told me to go see Mama the bartender at the Bow Bow in Chinatown, which were the most enticing words I had heard all week. That Friday I was downing shots of Patron with Mama amongst a sea of pistachio shells as beautifully terrible karaoke blared in the background.

The media’s buzzing with the old news of artists’ displacement in San Francisco. Every month the remaining members of the city’s arts community mourn the loss of yet another place where creative people lived or worked together for years. The cause celebre of artist David Brenkus ‘s eviction from his

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The quest for the finest offal in the city. A Multi-Colored Brick Road (ahem) strewn with Brains and Heart for the Courageous.

There were a lot of douchie things that happened in San Francisco in 2014. We at The Kinda Late Show thought it was important to award the douchiest. So with out further ado here is the Douchebag of the Year Award. If you dig this make sure to come to

Get this — SF Mayor Ed Lee was once a radical tenants’ rights activist back in the 1970s. Yes, I said tenants’ rights activist. The same Ed Lee who currently presides over a stratospheric real estate boom that’s evicting unprecedented numbers of ethnic working class families and elderly people once dedicated his life

Ten years ago, when I was just a slightly younger bartender, I was working at Kimo’s up in the Polk and had just recently been hired on as a floater at El Rio, when I was invited to a citywide gay bar mixer held at some guys’ house in the

Kam Po Last week’s article concerned Capital Restaurant’s roast duck, for which I had a lustful appreciation, a sentiment strong enough to effect an immediate return to Chinatown for this week’s post.  While tucking into said food at Capital’s low bar last week, a woman sitting next to me clued

Capital Restaurant What American dislikes the chicken? I, for one, love the chicken.  But for some reason, the  more sensually inclined fowl called DUCK has never gained quite the same hold on our psyche.  Somehow, duck always comes off as excessive. Duck wasn’t actually on my mind when I went