Fog City Summer Part 1 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier   The first time he had seen her, she had been crying on a doorstep, but he hadn’t remembered it was the same girl until much later. It was the second time he saw

I can’t believe I accepted this in the first place. A couple of weeks ago Stuart notified the BAS team that White Castle turns into “Love Castle” every February 14th, and all their locations are dressed with “romantic Valentine dinner”-esque themed outfits. You would actually have to call your area’s White

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

This place is terrible. No really, it is. I’ve encountered some of the harshest, brutal, no good kinds of denizens that inhabit this city. Whether it is people not saying “Please” or “Thank You” when you are in need of, or giving away a subway seat, to those hipsters living

Dear Air BnB: Last night, you had a little too much to drink and told me how you really felt…
A couple days ago, signs and large billboards appeared throughout our beautiful embattled city. A few sentences and a simple white text lying atop a very astringent red. I haven’t seen so few words speak with such volume in a long time.

“J’espere ne plus jamais faire souffrir Quelqu’un comme je t’ai fait souffrir Moi qui aimais tellement ton sourire” -Manu Chao, La Vie a Deux We have all been dumped in some way- romance ends, tragedy strikes, people leave and there we stand at the end of the journey, alone. Broken

One of my favorite past times is pursuing the Missed Connections section. It can be funny, heartwarming, scary and everything in between. When I lived in Greenpoint I regularly took the L train. One of my good pals I would refer to it as the Love Train as he always

Lucifer was cast out of heaven; I was cast out of hell The perfect balance between Good and Evil truly rebelled And as he fell for the beautiful Belle, The Beast could illustrate with kisses, visions Words can’t describe Yet it’s written on your skin in invisible ink, I Fell

Each February, we’re told that if we really care about our honey, we need to show it with our wallets.  If he doesn’t buy you artisanal chocolates, red roses, and silk lingerie, then he clearly doesn’t really love you. What bullshit! Showing our affection in less consumerist ways is pretty