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Broke-Ass Confessions: I Like Williamsburg
I write about Williamsburg a lot and that’s because I live here. I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary, in fact. But I’ll admit it. I was kind of hatin’ on my own neighborhood for a while. When you’re not snobby about music and could care less about owning a
Broke-Ass Octophiles: Cheap and in Love with the ’80s
What exactly is the correlation between being broke and being obsessed with/nostalgic for/stuck in the ’80s? I know it’s not just me. Go to any hipster neighborhood (Williamsburg, etc.), try to picture everyone without their iPhones, and voila, you could very well be in 1984. Is it because hipsters are
The San Francisco Beer Passport is Here!
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
Halloween Wine for the (Love-)Haters
The sentiment known as “love/hate” is one of the most ubiquitous yet enigmatic phenomenons in the human experience. I am certainly no stranger to its insidious, backhanded ways. Raw onions, ex-lovers, the mélange of scents permeating the city on a hot day, Peter Gabriel… you get the idea. For broke-ass
Pre-Gaming for the Poor: What Beer to Buy at the Bodega
Picture this: it’s Saturday night, and you’re going to a house party because once again, it’s all you can afford to do. You can’t show up empty handed because – what are you – some kind of asshole?!? You stop by the bodega closest to the host’s house and if
Pop Into Pop’s Bar on 24th
If you’re looking for a dark, divey, corner bar in the Outer Mission – pop into Pop’s Bar on 24th and Bryant. This small bar is a great place to grab some stiff cocktails or shitty beer and shot combo specials. A red strip and a shot of tequila
The Nerds Come Out Tonight
Nerd-o-rama-ding-dong… What is it that makes nerds so goddamn cool these days? I feel like everywhere I go I’m surrounded by high-wasted pants, suspenders and (of course) those non-prescription, Clark Kent glasses. I swear I saw a guy dressed just like Steve Urkel last weekend – and girls were flocking