You know my favorite kind of special? The kind that’s every day. That way, there’s no obligation to take advantage of a $3 slime green shot night special on a Sunday and start the week puking at work just because that was the only time you could afford to go

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. It’s what mama always said, along with “hold doors open” and “always carry an extra sidearm.” Unfortunately, as we all strive for reinvention in this ever-swirling snafu known as life, sometimes we get a change we don’t need for the simple sake of

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

Is it a coincidence that both National Beer Drinking Day and National Pot Smoking Day fall in the same month? Have a few beers and figure that one out today, as we celebrate 78 years of legal beer consumption in America. Prohibition came to an end in 1933, when FDR

Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

I don’t normally go out for Italian food because I kind of have a thing about spending money on dishes it’s safe to say I could make at home for a third of the price, like pizza or spaghetti and meatballs.  On the other hand, as half of the blood

What better way to ring in the anticipation of Spring than by going to one of the the biggest beer gardens in the city? And guess what? They’re now having a 90s night every Tuesday so you can live out your La Bouche Pandora station out where the world can

I picked today’s subject under the bold assumption that I am not the only person who thinks pasta is one of the most awesome breakfasts foods, ever, ever. Why should we wait until night time to enjoy the the post-pasta eating euphoria when we can feel that bloat-er, I mean-glow

Although my Ohio State “I bleed scarlet and gray maaan” allegiance should keep me from ever so much as walking on the same side of the street of a bar known as my rival Michigan hang-out, I cannot resist the siren call of good nachos. And Professor Thom’s has the