I was standing in line at Martuni’s, waiting to take a piss, when these thoughts occurred in this order: 1) Martuni’s is Magical. 2) This place is really too big to only have one fucking bathroom.

Highway 101 blows a continual load of cars onto a zone of central San Francisco difficult to define. Not the Mission, not QUITE the Castro, nor Hayes Valley (although realtors would disagree with that), and not precisely the newly-minted “Mid-Market” either, it’s an odd knot of sinew connecting a variety

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

First dates can be weird and awkward. That’s generally why you get booze involved. It smoothes out both you and your date’s awkward edges…most of the time. Whether you just met a hottie on tinder or you *gasp* actually met someone in real life, these seven bars are the perfect place to go for your first outing.

It’s hard enough keeping up with one’s day to day nonsense in the great city of San Francisco, so when it comes time to cast your vote, outside of the inane commercials produced for high-profile candidates, it can be hard to find out anything about anyone else. By no means