I’ve never had a bad night in North Beach. There have been horrible nights in the Mission, the Richmond, SOMA, the Castro, Nob Hill; but never in North Beach. Maybe that’s because you know it’s a night that will end in gluttony and debauchery. Between Tosca and Vesuvio, the two

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

It’s Springtime in San Francisco, which means it’s time to put your phone on silent for a while and step out into our fair city to sing, eat, and play with the wonderful people and programming on offer. Whether in the flesh or on a live stream, the journalists and

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 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