Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

The only English words the ladies at Fried Dumpling know are ‘œHow Many?’ And that’s enough, because the answer is usually five. Yes friends, you get five of the best dumplings you’ve ever had for $1. And apparently instead of change they give you dumplings. I bought a 75-cent coke

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

I was talking to a friend the other day about video rental places.  She marveled that they’re still around because of companies like Netflix, but I argued that there’s a certain charm in the routine of physically going into a movie place, browsing the shelves, and waiting for the moment

Wondering what to do for fun this week?  Feeling a little dead inside?  Wake yourself up with an affordable event for each of the 5 senses! HEAR: The Noise Pop Festival invades the city this week.  It features over 100 local and big names bands but you probably can’t afford

The Goddess herself! photo from Anne B. on Yelp I’m going to say this in the most plain and honest way I can: I’m pretty sure Candy, the bartender at Bow Bow, is Dionysus disguised as a human being.  It’s the only logical way to explain the way she handles

Soft, twinkling lights, snappy dance numbers, beautiful girls, and suppers of eastern delicacies called things like Chop Suey– What a night you could have in that enchanting Chinatown!  The possibilities as endless as the stars in the heavens! By the thirties, San Franciscan xenophobia had ebbed to a level where

Given all the talk lately about the pleasures of endless take-out food options and staying indoors, I’ve been getting cabin fever as of late and need to get the hell out of the house.  After trudging through Siberia all day, the only thing I crave is something hot, cheap, and

New York is a place where people think nothing of shelling out $300 and up for a haircut.  I myself remain loyal to a wonderful stylist who sets me back $100 before tip every time I go in.  Is it worth it? Yes. I truly believe that it is.  However,