San Francisco’s newest beach can be found in the Dogpatch District, in one of our cities oldest industrial coves. It’s dotted with memorabilia of long past industrial blood, sweat and pollution. It’s San Francisco’s hottest, newest and totally-not-toxic-anymore, beach! Sandwiched between SF’s beloved brunch spot The Ramp, World War II
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
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All bars should be erected in the image of Dogpatch Saloon. You will find nothing but great bartenders pouring stiff drinks with the occasional sound of live jazz permeating the background air. Dogpatch has a real old school feel to it. From the worn and dirty checkered floor to the
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 spiritâ€¦probably not.
If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas. Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili. Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco
Though our much derided neighbour to the south proudly exclaims it from a mountainside for all to see, a schlep through the oxidizing shadows of the Dogpatch reminds us that San Francisco proper was once an industrial city itself. People go back and forth over the trajectory of the neighbourhood’s
With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows. (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)
Calling All Service Industry Workers (ONLY!): Working behind the bar or out on the floor tended to be a little on the lean side this year. Things have gotten so bad that the city has become a veritable graveyard of boarded up taverns and dusty dining rooms with papered windows.