Usually when I tell people that they should check out a friend of mine’s music, I neglect to mention knowing the artist.  If you say, “yeah dude you should peep my friend’s band” most people will be automatically be less interested because they think you’re biased.  So I always say,

If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas.  Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili.  Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco

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 28 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 28 of the finest locally

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

One of the many, many, many things visible when looking at the stage in Goodbye Blue Monday is a large painted sign reading FLOTSAM AND JETSAM. It could easily be a random find in an ocean of random finds. But at this cafe/bar/venue/junkstore in Bushwick it feels more like a

It would seem the latest deal on tinned swill would be found on the corner of Market, Church, and Fourteenth.  Saturdays, between 4:00p.m. and 8:00 p.m., the Bar on Church has Pabst Blue Ribbon on special at .50¢ a can which takes the edge off these dark, bleak, frozen days.

It’s very rare in this day and age that the stars align perfectly to create a beautiful compilation of art, debauchery, and ladies of the night. Luckily for us, there’s a spot in this wonderful city that offers all three on a regular basis. Doc’s Clock is an eclectic dive

Welcome to the second installation of our three part series, Dolores Park Etiquette.  This week we are focusing on Hipster Hill: Dolores Park used to be for everyone. A place where hippies, junkies, hipsters, moms, kids, dogs, tennis players, garbage collectors, creepster wack job drum circles and everyone in between

The other day Curtis, The Creme Brulee Guy, had a great idea.  He posted on his twitter, “How many of you LOVE Dolores Park? Anyone willing to get together to help mitigate the cost to the city of cleaning up the mess we all make?”.  I was like, “Hey I