Golden Boy Pizza has been feeding working people, drunk people, and working drunk people since 1978. It’s also hands down one of the best slices in San Francisco.

I write about Williamsburg a lot and that’s because I live here. I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary, in fact. But I’ll admit it. I was kind of hatin’ on my own neighborhood for a while. When you’re not snobby about music and could care less about owning a

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

Being a Broke Ass – It’s elementary, my dear. Abstinence. From fancy ass parties in the Meatpacking District where a gin and tonic will set you back fourteen bucks. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. AKA – all you see after a particularly draining day of job hunting on Craigslist. Crocodile

 Canned Tuna  While most people may find canned tuna a bit repulsive and unattractive due to the obvious fact that it is a canned food, I happen to have fallen for it. It has saved my soul on various occasions. Just grab some mayo and maybe 2 slices of toast

In the middle of Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood of hipsters, artists and broke-asses, is a special place amongst the infinite amount of restaurants and bars riddled along Bedford avenue–the Charleston. The Charleston is an unrivaled hangout spot for the local clan of Brooklynites. To start off, its owners have cleverly designated

  I guess it’s pretty obvious why people who frequent bars a lot are called “bar flies,” but I always get this image in my head of all these big, horse flies swarming around and getting stuck in a puddle of warm beer. They try to move about and escape,

There are hundreds of fake grape clusters hanging from the ceilings, red and white checkered tablecloths, “That’s Amore” playing loudly in the background. Wine is served in huge quantities. Paunchy, beaming waiters slide steaming pizzas in front of their patrons. Gaspare’s, I’ve realized, is pretty much exactly where I would

Disregard the date on the poster. They rescheduled to tomorrow. Temescal: It’s that slice of Oakland that’s just north of MacArthur BART and south of Berkeley city limits. Still don’t get the picture? It’s the neighborhood that’s home to both Bakesale Betty and Lanesplitter’s. Ah, now you see. Come out