Spring has sort of sprung, which means new Farmers Markets are popping up left and right! FarMars are every broke-ass’s wet dream; with the ample trading and bartering that goes on, you can easily feed yourself for a week on $20. And if the stands don’t take your mom’s credit

The de Young museum in Golden Gate park is one of those places I generally only go to when I can take advantage of a free event. Lucky for us, they throw quite a few free events like tomorrow night’s installment of the Friday Nights at the de Young, their

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

I’m really excited. I’m surprised I’m even able to feel again since I was pretty sure my life was over after Jesus let it rain like fuck on Easter Sunday, thus ruining my holiday.  It  forced me to spend most of the afternoon inside the Pork Store Cafe chugging mango mimosas

Jumpin Java is a great place to get work done. They’ve got free wi-fi, mellow background music and more electric outlets than a marijuana grow room. In fact, since my girlfriend lived near when I was writing my SF book (and I was homeless and staying with her), I wrote

With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows.  (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)

“Coach Sizzle, I haven’t done my taxes, do you have any suggestions for last minute tax prep?” – SC

Woohoo tax time! For those of you who get money back.. I’m sure you are super stoked! Get it done! If you owe money, get it done, rip off the band aid. I know it is painful especially if you have not saved for your taxes.

When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos.  Needless to

I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the resurrection of the big JC than watching a bunch of adults riding big wheels down a crazy windy street. While I am not hardcore enough to throw myself down said hill on a child’s play thing, I am very much