Sprechen sie Deutsch? Get over to the new Biergarten in Hayes Valley for some an awesome patio setting where you can score some cold German brews and some authentic grub. This place is pretty new, and is only open Wednesdays-Sundays from 3-9 p.m. Make sure you check the forecast

Every time I go to this bar, I swear there is a drag show going on. Marlena’s in Hayes Valley is where it is at. I used to always go to Place Pigalle, since it was the closest dive bar to my house, but it has recently been closed due to,

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I interview broke-ass bands on here every week. I mean real, local, this-might-be-the-only-thing-ever-written-about-them, broke-ass bands. And let’s be honest: most of them are only musicians because they’re not good at anything else. They might not even be good at music. My point is: This week I pulled off a major

I mean, all fish are weird when you think about it. One of the first things I do after I wake up in the morning (or afternoon) is check my inbox for those daily deal coupon offers.  More often than not, though, I’m like, dude, I don’t WANT a Brazilian

Want a tree but don’t have a million dollars?  Try Delancey Street Christmas tree lots, the best holiday gem I’ve found in the city.  Not only is Delancey Street an awesome self-help organization for former substance abusers and convicts that provides academic and vocational training, but it’s also the home

When most people think of Flipper’s, A Gourmet Hamburger Place, I’m betting they probably think of burgers.  While it’s true that the menu at Flipper’s features almost 20 different kinds of burgers, it’s actually more like a Squat & Gobble-type restaurant offering everything from salad to crepes to falafel platters.

At the end of a particularly hellish work week I was pleased to receive a sweet-ass event tip from one of my lovely coworkers.  The forwarded email asked ‘œWho doesn’t love a free outdoor street festival with warm sunshine, local fashion, great music, and everybody’s favorite thing: a photo booth.’

Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San