Farley’s, a staple of the Potrero morning scene, makes me realize that for better or worse I feel most comfortable around middle-aged people. They’re not the only ones in the cafe. But compared to San Francisco’s hip and swinging spots for a good cuppa, the numbers of comfy slacks in
The Fillmore Street Cafe is probably the closest and cheapest place for decent food to my house – especially on those days when you are so hungover you don’t think you could make it any further. Luckily, two blocks is doable, even if you think you might die on the way
I am extremely excited to announce the release of The Delicious Card! Delicious cardholders get awesome deals at over 30 of your favorite SF eateries! Membership is a great way to explore new places, support local businesses, and support local journalism.
It’s easy to just think of New York as a series of subway stops. After all, you go underground, everything’s the same, then you’re somewhere else- no real way to connect the larger world. However, despite popular belief, Brooklyn and Queens share a lot of unceremonious borderland. No rivers, waters,
Atlantic Ave has always been a pretty lively business strip that changes dramatically with each block, especially in the strip between the BQE and the Atlantic Yards. Walking the small distance brings you from Brooklyn’s unofficial antiques district to Islamic supply store clusters. Naturally, as it is the border of
Toy Boat Dessert Café is hands down one of the greatest cafes in San Francisco. Where else in this city can you grab a sandwich, finish it off with a heaping cup of your favorite ice cream all while feeling nostalgic from the hundreds of toys staring at you from every angle?
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again- Midtown is a wasteland. Entire theses can be written to describe why it’s a soul-sucking experience to trek along 34th St and 57th St between Lexington Ave and 8th Ave. However, like in most examples of blight, some philanthropic souls see fit
Sure, why not? Apparently March 1st is National Pancake Day. I mean, whatever. Where do these holidays come from? Are they sanctioned by any sort of higher power that has to weight the historical significance of this day over all others to celebrate flapjacks? What were waffles up to on
The man in the olive trench coat didn’t get enough sleep last night. He has a face puffy and pale, with eyes cast downward and eyelids drooping. His shoulders sag, and when he looks up and orders a large coffee, his spine stiffens and he tilts his head back, breathing