It’s rare these days for a changing of hands to be so genuinely harmonious, honoring both legacy and excitement for the future. 

Everyone remembers how the COVID-19 economic relief PPP loans were taken advantage of by large corporations, and big companies beat out small, local businesses to get a bigger pile of that money. A New York Times analysis of loan data found that “Black- and other minority-owned businesses were disproportionately underserved

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

San Francisco is a wonderful place to fall in love. Sure, Paris might be the “City of Love,” but anyone who calls it that has never walked up Columbus Avenue, arm in arm with their sweetheart, as Coit Tower winked at them from above.

I spent some pretty amazing evening drinking 40s and eating meatballs at the original Emmy’s Spaghetti Shack. While it’s exciting that they moved to a new space, their original space has been empty ever since. That is until three months ago when Chicano Nuevo moved in and quietly began their soft opening.

As the Marina-esque gentrification gradually extends south from Lombard to Valencia, the usual watering holes of the service industry professional have been polluted by the bridge and tunnel crowd that now, more then ever, frequent the Mission.  Many of the safe havens and bolt-holes with no line to the bathrooms/bar/venue

Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month.  As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so many