What’s the reason for the Memorial Day season? Is it to get your first day off work since New Year’s? Is it to start wearing white shoes and white pants without looking gauche? Or perhaps it’s to barbecue and get hammered in Dolores Park? Wrong and WRONG: Memorial Day is

I run a whole damn lot, which most people would take as a sign that I want to be “healthier.” FALSE. The real reason comes in the shape of a doughnut, tastes like a doughnut, and actually is a doughnut. Specifically, a glorious, otherworldly doughnut from DOUGH. Blood Orange with

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

While I don’t ever celebrate someone going out of business, the closed-down garage has been a great boon for alcoholics and art enthusiasts everywhere. Numerous galleries, performance spaces, bars, and restaurants have sprung up from where once upon a time you got your muffler checked. The great advantage to these

Considering the name of this blog, I’m taking a stab in the dark and assuming you’re no stranger to the model rooms and big blue bags that accompany a trip to Ikea. In fact, considering your roommates an ass hole and jumped on your bed, breaking the frame, you probably

Grocery Outlet is like the Robin Hood of supermarkets; it steals what the rich aren’t using and gives it back to the less fortunate at outrageously low prices (and it looks fabulous in tights).  What could possibly epitomize the lifestyle of a broke-ass better than shopping at Gross-Out?  With generic

I’ve been wanting to check out Williamsburg bar Good Co. since word spread to my Midwestern ears that they had one of the flyover states’ favorite past times, Cornhole (note: I did NOT say cow tipping, thankyouverymuch). Fortunately when I finally visited I found many other reasons to return: cocktails

You find yourself in Madison Square Park. Look, there’s the Flatiron building! How iconic, right? The park is in bloom, the water fountains are on, and how isn’t it just pastoral. Suddenly you get a strong whiff or beef and impatience, you hear buzzers and a chorus of tapping feet,

Keg & Lantern was born a poor black child. Just kidding, sorry, I swear I’m not an asshole attempting to make a bad The Jerk joke (yes I am). Anyhow, Keg & Lantern is a totally decent pub/sports-type place that has truly superior pub food AND the best happy hour