Local housing heroes Dolores Street Community Services like a good shindig and tonight they’re holding their WowWowWowWow Happy Hour featuring the cookies and milk of barflies, tamales and beer, to raise some masa for their AIDSWalk sponsorship. You get two different kinds of tamales for $8 and can wash them

I have a thing for pizza pie, especially pizza pie from Pizza Orgasmica.  I know there’s three locations — one in the Richmond, one in the Financial District and one in the Marina — but the only one I’ve been to is on Clement Street so that’s the one I’m

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

There are a few reasons a person might drink six cans of shit beer in one sitting. Getting fired. Getting dumped. The United States losing to Ghana. Weekday afternoons. You know, truly heartbreaking shit. Luckily, like most necessities in this city, there is a bar for that. Floyd, which sits

Tired of the same old boring mimosas at brunch?  Yeah, me neither.  But don’t $10 bottomless bellinis sound good too?  The key word being “bottomless,” of course.  Get on this deal immediately at the Saturday and Sunday brunch at Uva Enoteca, the Italian resto/wine bar in Lower Haight.  Guaranteed to

I’m about to share what, in my estimation, is the greatest happy hour in this city. I know! I have no idea what you did to deserve this either. No matter, though – let’s get in there. Cabrito, which is Spanish for baby goat, is owned by the same people

Usually when I tell people that they should check out a friend of mine’s music, I neglect to mention knowing the artist.  If you say, “yeah dude you should peep my friend’s band” most people will be automatically be less interested because they think you’re biased.  So I always say,

I love happy hour, and not just at times when I have to check my bank balance before buying my monthly metrocard. The thought of people gathering with friends to release whatever tension has built up during eight hours at a shitty job ‘“ and, you know, drink ‘“ is

I don’t hang out in the Union Square area often.  It’s too loud and schizo for me between the tourists, the crackheads and the street performers gyrating to Michael Jackson songs and beating the shit out of trash cans.  But one bar I will brave the thousands of Street Sheet