Toyose   Un-expected pockets of commerce are scattered like playing cards on the beat-up, grey basement table that is The Sunset District. One such pocket is located on Noriega in the upper Forties.  There’s a little bit of everything: a hair salon, a locals-only

Mark Twain’s oft-quoted appraisal of S.F’s cruel and spiteful summer climate has been ringing in my ears for about a month now; July hit and like clockwork the Great Grayness was pulled over the length and width of S.F like a wool blanket being drawn up to the chin of

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

  Beer and soup dumplings What is it about the Shanghai soup dumpling that impels the restauranteur to affix the name “King” or “Kingdom” somewhere in the title of his establishment dispensing of said delicacy? There IS a certain regal bearing to the soup dumpling, similar, you might imagine, to

When I lived out in the Sunset District back in the day, Java Beach was my favorite hang out. The neighborhood coffee shop serves strong coffee and makes bomb sandwiches. I love the veggie one with avocado and sprouts. They also have the amazing Blondie desert bars. The prices are

Part of that dying breed of diner-cum-neighborhood gathering joints that has been disappearing from the streets of San Francisco, the Tennessee feels like it may have actually appeared in The Streets of San Francisco.  It opened in the fifties and although it seems it may have fallen prey to the

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

If you’re tired of spending your Sundays in Dolores Park, acting like you’re actually enjoying whatever crap is spewing out of your neighbor’s boombox/ukulele/accordian while you try to make it through your hangover and someone’s hula hoop is smacking you in the face, then you will probably be interested in

Well, if you were too deep into a bender to buy tickets to this Friday’s annual bar crawl, you can look upon the melee as a spectator sport as our own little pied piper and his trail of beer rats do our cannonball run through the hazy streets of San