It’s been awhile since we’ve heard from our friends over at Epicsauce, but tonight marks the return of their Thursday night cheap booze/local music session at Milk Bar in the Haight. After more than a month off, they’re back with live sets from local acts Tempo No Tempo, Fake Drugs,

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.

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If you’re a hardcore bike commuter – like the guy who looks like he’s in the middle of a triathlon as he rides down Market Street on his way to a fancy FiDi job – then you probably laugh at things like Bike to Work day, which the San Francisco

Five course meals, especially those featuring locally-sourced and organic ingredients, are not something us broke-asses get to experience very often. They can cost upwards of black-market-kidney prices and usually take place in venues that frown upon our thrift store duds. But not this one! On Sunday, Mark Andrew Gravel of

Remember Domonique Echeverria?  She’s a former Broke-Ass of the Week and a self described, “Liza Minelli loving, gypsy glam rocker tranny trapped inside of a real woman’s body”.  Ah ha!…now you remember!  It’s pretty safe to say that anyone who identifies as such can be counted on to curate a

I can’t help but think about my grandfather when I hear the name Farmer Brown.  Though he’s been retired for a long time, he was a dairy farmer in the El Paso, TX area for decades.  Since his name is Bob Brown, he was of course, Farmer Brown. But anyways,

Have you ever had the desire to to roll around San Francisco in a big school bus drinking beer and ransacking local bars?  If so, June 11th is your lucky day.  My buddy Ken planned out the original pub crawl after blacking out from a night of attempting to hit

Pete’s is really one of my favourite kinds of restaurants.  One, because it old, worn and still run by a family.  Two, because they have delicious chickies.  I don’t mean girls in tight sweaters, but I’ve seen them there too. I don’t know why, but I lose all semblance of