This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7. Anthony used to call Kilowatt “Kil-a-game” because we never met any girls there. We were both single and in our mid-20s and thought bars would be the answer to the question of “Where can we meet women?” Apparently the answer we found was

NFL football is back and every Sunday is a now holy day of obligation to hit bars and watch games. Ten hours watching nonstop live football in a dark, cavernous sports bar is perhaps the finest possible way to spend a beautiful Bay Area autumn Sunday, but that bar tab

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Today’s the 20th anniversary of the The Kilowatt! Or as my hot biker roommate used to call it back when it was her pick-up bar for tattooed punk rock guys, “The Kill-Your-Twat”. The beloved Mission neighborhood dive bar institution turns 20 years old Monday, having opened August 4, 1994. Drinks will

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude.  Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit’probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. I was gonna write an intro