At the end of a long run, sometimes it feels good to take a spin around the block, just to feel the muscles in my thighs move around a little more, to kick out my legs in the last vestiges of a runner’s high. I’ll do the same thing at

There are some artists who really seem to do it all, and Mylo Choy is one of them. Choy, who uses they/them pronouns, is a true multi-hyphenate, performing music across the country and training as a long-distance runner. But visual art was always there, drawing as one of their earliest

A Big Change to This Year’s Voter Guide We’ve been doing voter guides for a really long time. I’m pretty sure we put our first one out in like 2010 or something. And I know that thousands of you rely on our voter guides to help you make decision. But

Early on a Wednesday morning, while smoking a cigarette in front of his shop, Mekonnen Seyoum stops to chat. He’s dressed in a blue button-down shirt with a black mask pulled down his neck, showing his curly black and white beard. A tall paper cup of coffee is in his

This column is in the spirit of a “Dear Abby”, with a focus on solutions in the form of micro SF neighborhood deep dives and curated holistic health-centered itineraries Listen to this article read by the author: Dear BBB, I’m so bored with my same old same old girlboss lifestyle. 

Problem library has been confusing Inner Sunset residents since it opened in November 2015. People tend to walk in, make a bewildered face, poke at a few objects and then walk out. Unlike internet porn, it’s only open on the weekends from 11-7. It also tends to defy categorization. Is

Irving Street Cafe I have a fondness for diners, especially ones situated in working/middle class neighborhoods with a self-contained quality.  These diners aren’t self-consciously retro or ironic, they just ARE.  I’ve previously made mention of a few diners here among the cyber-folds of Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website (Art’s Cafe and

              Don’t order the specials   Howard’s Café is a diner in the Inner Sunset.  Remarkable? Not particularly, and that isn’t to its detriment. American diners represent comfortable familiarity with a twist of that quality us State-Siders would like to think we invented: individuality. 

                  Ye Olde Diner sign in the Inner Sunset Everything about Art’s Cafe is like the legs of a competitive swimmer: streamlined, muscular, each sinew working in harmony towards one goal, and shaved of every superfluity that might get in the way