Remember when you were little and you used to cross your legs while swimming and pretend you were a mermaid? And it even looked like you had a tail in your shadow, and that was the coolest? And you’d do it for like, hours? Remember? Well even if you don’t,

Boiler Room, disco ball of my night, fire of my liver. My Sin, my soul. Boi-ler Rooooom: the way the lips slightly part as the last syllable escapes the mouth and puckers as the “m” oozes from the back of the throat. Boi. Ler. Rooooom. This is one of my

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

Happy Cinco de Margaritayo! Or Mayo, whatever. To most, today is a day to get unapologetically drunk on tequila. To few, it is a day to pay homage to Mexico’s Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, when the Mexican army defeated invading French forces from conquering the state of

You know my favorite kind of special? The kind that’s every day. That way, there’s no obligation to take advantage of a $3 slime green shot night special on a Sunday and start the week puking at work just because that was the only time you could afford to go

It’s nearly impossible to get to see and be up to date on all the best new art in this city, so consider this your major tip– if you only go to one art show this year, make it Fawad Khan’s solo show, FRACTURED REVERIE, at the Lu Magnus Art

Yes, yes, yes, the speakeasy fad of bars is on its waning days, thank goodness. I prefer to barely remember my name when I go drinking, much less have to drum up a password. Now that the hype is done all that remains of the mildly secret watering holes are

Oh my God, you guys. Did you hear about this? This is kinda major. Like, new-Rococop-movie level major. When I budget out my life I can always count on a few common red lines. Biggest one is booze, naturally, but a perpetual deficit is my love of coffee. Now, thanks

Who’s ready for a little bit of personal story time from some blogger you don’t know? Well, too bad, you’re getting some anyway. I grew up in this city and have long been a lush. It didn’t take a lot of clever finagling to get into bars at 15, just