Before there was a Safeway at the intersection of Market and Church Sts. it was San Francisco’s first modern farmers’ market. And it all started because of World War 2. In a fascinating essay on FoundSF.org, a man named John Brucato tells how it all began. Due to the war

It was Winston Churchill who once said “never let a good crisis go to waste,” and apparently a ton of narcissists within commuting distance of San Francisco took Winston’s advice to heart.  I want to make something abundantly clear: San Francisco has always struggled with high rates of income inequality,

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

Peter Y. Sussman may be known for his command of language, but he is poised to leave his mark on the visual arts. On Friday, May 6, Sussman celebrated the opening of his first solo photography exhibition, “The Attentive Eye,” at Alliant International University in Emeryville. Following his 29-year stint

If you’ve cracked a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle in the last 20 years, you’ve probably been graced by the sharp wit of Don Asmussen.  Asmussen’s comics were featured in Time and The New Yorker before he was hired by the San Francisco Examiner editor Phil Bronstein in 1995.

The San Francisco media landscape’s latest pearl-clutching, panties-in-a-bunching hysteria comes from a report in today’s Chronicle entitled “Car break-ins are up 753% in S.F.’s tourist hub.” KRON-4 declared they had “reported countless auto break-ins caught on surveillance video.” ABC-7, recently busted for falsifying details in a Chesa Boudin hit piece,

Corrupt and corporate San Francisco Chronicle food critic Michael Bauer has finally been put out to pasture, ending his way-too-long 32-year run as San Francisco’s shadiest restaurant reviewer. Bauer mailed it in for his final review last Friday, a four-star blowjob to the “reimagined Michael Mina” which has been there

Farewell and good riddance to San Francisco’s most insufferable complainy-pants newspaper columnist C.W. Nevius, whose “Get off my lawn” diatribes for some reason have been published by the San Francisco Chronicle for the last 36 years. Nevius announced he was leaving the Chronicle this week, and we slam the door behind

Paul Madonna could be called San Francisco’s sketchiest man, but it would only apply in the utmost literal of senses. Known for his pen and ink depictions of SF streetscapes and architectural details, the artist was Mad Magazine’s first-ever art intern before snagging a weekly comic strip in the Chronicle.