Let’s talk about poop.  Freud compared it to sex, and I think he may be right.  Shitting is a form of ejaculation we were introduced to as infants.  Sex is expensive.  Pooping is FREE….well, if you know where to go.  Here are the best five bathrooms to shit for FREE

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

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

If you’re a fellow cube dweller by day, you’re lucky enough to enjoy free air conditioning for approximately eight hours Monday through Friday while the rest of the city – namely tourists who don’t believe in deodorant – slog around the streets, coated in their own sweat, and clog the

Seriously, how cool is this– during 1980 to 1990, photographer Amy Arbus took pictures of local New York City color for the “On the Street” section of the  Village Voice.  Years later, as she was preparing to publish a book of her work, she wondered what happened to many of her

We all know San Francisco is a mecca for Mexican food. We also know that the burrito is a staple of the broke ass. Good Mexican food is readily available in most neighborhoods in this city with the exception of the Downtown/Financial District areas. Caramba!, which is largely overlooked in

Normally, Kyo-ya would be on the radar of no broke ass. Its only saving grace for people like us is its happy hour. Kyo-ya has a great atmosphere and layout. It’s mellow and “modern”, if you will. There is also a pretty bitchin’, somewhat secluded room with leather chairs and

Phil’s serves sliders.  Little burger, little prices.  They look small at first glance, but these little things are so effing tasty!  At two bucks each, even a broke-ass can double up.  Phil keeps his slider simple:  one hefty grass-fed, beef medallion, fire-grilled to medium-rare perfection, a fresh piece of iceberg

Oh my God, you guys. Did you hear about this? This is kinda major. Like, new-Rococop-movie level major. When I budget out my life I can always count on a few common red lines. Biggest one is booze, naturally, but a perpetual deficit is my love of coffee. Now, thanks