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The 7 Heaviest Burritos in San Francisco
There are all sorts of debates over which burrito place has “the best” burrito. Even the political pollsters at 538 went on an epic quest to find the best burrito in America (La Taqueria of San Francisco won!). But, sometimes you just want a burrito, and lots of it. The old
How Much CEOs Make At Restaurants Where ‘People Don’t Want To Work’
Crappy corporate burger chains and fast-casual restaurants nationwide are short-staffed, and many have resorted to taping sad Microsoft Word-printed signs on their doors and drive-thrus claiming that “people don’t want to work.” It is not true that people “don’t want to work,” it’s a combination of factors including lack of
The KQED & Noise Pop Festival Looks Awesome
When two wonderful SF institutions get together to throw a block party it’s a great reason to get excited. KQED has teamed up with Noise Pop and is blocking off the streets in front of its storied SF headquarters and opening up its doors for an all-day, live music-infused, street
What’s In My Bag?: Broke-Ass Edition
For many reasons I am unable to relate to mainstream fashion magazines, notably because they pimp $400 t-shirts as a feasible item to purchase. At that point (which is usually within the first 10 pages), I slam the magazine down on my coffee table and leave in a fit of
The Importance of a Hiding Place at Work
Sometimes work can get hectic. You don’t want to deal with any more customers for the rest of the day or that manager you hate is working your shift. Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep last night or you woke up with a hangover but you can’t afford to call
Broke-Ass of the Week – Missionite Scott M.
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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. This
Grassroots Tavern: A St Marks Refuge
Walk down St.Marks Place on any given evening and you’re bound to see the usual mix of crust-punks hanging onto a scene that nolonger exists, hordes of NYU students in search of half-price sushi, and tourists picking over counterfeit sunglasses embracing the “New York” experience. While the street has gone