Fernet-Branca is a weird thing.  It’s wildly popular here in San Francisco, and more or less the national drink of Argentina.  Plus I’m pretty sure they drink it in Italy…but that’s it.  I’ve never seen it anywhere else.  In fact, my buddies were at the Lone Palm a few years

I’ve got a love/hate relationship with the nightlife in North Beach.  On weeknights it’s a great place to go out, hang with some friends and have a tipple with 75 year old poets.  It’s also got the Holy Trinity of bars: Spec’s, Tosca, and Vesuvio. But weekend nights in North

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 was walking through Dolores Park yesterday and truthfully I was quite appalled at the total mess left behind by people.  Seriously, get it together people!  I don’t know what you think is going on in the park but we are SO FUCKING LUCKY to have it and I’m tired

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,

I honestly believe that Spec’s might be the best bar in the world.  I know it’s pretty heavy thing to say, but I’ve been drunk in a lot of places, and if Spec’s isn’t the best bar in the world, it certainly is in the running.  I got drunk there