If you want get heard, sometimes you gotta scream, and ain’t no one can scream like a queen who’s got something to say. This Sunday, everyone’s favourite temple of the Tenderloin, Aunt Charlie’s Lounge, will be holding a party commemorating the 45th anniversary of the Compton’s Cafeteria Riots in 1966. Stonewall,

I’ve yet to come across a joint in San Francisco with tastier, cheaper southern style cooking than Hard Knox Cafe in the Richmond. Southern homestyle food is probably the last thing that comes to mind when one thinks of San Francisco. That perception is soon to change. Hard Knox offers

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

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,

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

I can’t help but think about my grandfather when I hear the name Farmer Brown.  Though he’s been retired for a long time, he was a dairy farmer in the El Paso, TX area for decades.  Since his name is Bob Brown, he was of course, Farmer Brown. But anyways,

At the rate we praise the pleasures of fried chicken on this site, one would think we all had our own Jazzy motorized scooters we ride around town to accommodate our super size selves.  And now the place were my deep fried adventures began, Pies N Thighs has reopened in

Um.  There will be beef jerky here. If, for some inconceivable reason, you need more convincing than that to go to the third installment of the SF Underground Farmers Market on Saturday night, how ’bout I  add pulled pork, fried chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, foccacia, homemade fresh ginger beer, Hawaiian baked

I can’t quite attest to the quality of Popeye’s, as that when I have that fast food fried chicken itch to scratch, I generally pay a visit to the colonel. I have noticed, however that Popeye’s fans are ardent in their loyalty to the one-eyed mariner’s chicken shack, extolling the