Once upon a time, I thought only bad things happened on Muni, like catching the herpes or sustaining a stab wound to the hamstring.  Then I found Muni Diaries, an awesome site created for readers and riders to share Muni-related stories.  There I discovered something surprising:  NOT ALL MUNI STORIES

Like a little Wednesday with your wine?  Me too.  How about some tapas to go along with that buzz?  Check.  Tonight Tapeña Wine has got you covered with San Francisco Tapas Hour, a social meetup event for wine lovers/broke-asses at Picaro restaurant.  From 5:30pm-7:30pm, there will be FREE tapas for the

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

When I first moved to San Francisco a few years ago, I only cared about two things:  seeing the Golden Gate Bridge and finding a place that served carne asada fries.  Only the first thing happened.  This was a problem because carne asada fries are like crack in that once

I was talking to a friend the other day about video rental places.  She marveled that they’re still around because of companies like Netflix, but I argued that there’s a certain charm in the routine of physically going into a movie place, browsing the shelves, and waiting for the moment

When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos.  Needless to

I have a strong premonition that you’ll be feeling the effects of St. Patrick’s Day Shitshow 2010 on Thursday morning while you’re getting ready for work, avoiding your ghastly reflection in the mirror at all costs and wondering what you should be more ashamed of:  the dangerously irresponsible amount of

I feel like it was fated, like I was meant to post about Saturday’s Writers With Drinks at The Make-Out Room.  Why?  Because a few weeks ago, after deciding I was too bored at the gym to work out for more than five minutes without stimulation that did not involve

When you’ve grown up somewhere, there eventually comes the time when you’re walking down the street and realize: that you have walked up and down that street so many times, hung out on it with your friends, passed through it on the way to a party –  and it’s not