There are goddamn sandwiches everywhere in NYC.  Each bodega has their own interpretation of what a sandwich is.  My bodega seems to think a sandwich is slimy meat with shredded lettuce that dissolves into rusty water, and I’m pretty sure the bodega across the street uses the deli cabinet to hide drugs.

Are you ready for some cannolliiiiiiii!?!?! (Please read in the style of “Are you ready for some fooooootballll?!”). I sure hope so because today is the opening day of the 84th annual Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy, the Italian festival that celebrates the patron saint of Naples and

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

I blame my Mother and her exposing me the movie Moonstruck. That’s where the love of the “Cagemaster”, as  I will now be calling him, began. Although that movie is cheesier than a 7 layer lasagna in Little Italy, he’s definitely not your typical romantic leading man. Known equally for

I saw this over at NYC Recession Diary and I thought all of you, my esteemed readers (and by that I mean lousy drunks), would appreciate it. Tonight from 6-10pm there will be an opening recession for the Hard Time Mini Mall, at the Red Truck Gallery.  According to that