One of the many weird things about San Francisco is that even though it’s not a particularly dog friendly city there are still more dogs here than children.
The story goes that, the day after breaking ground for the 1915 Panama-Pacific Exposition, President William H. Taft, the last of our exquisitely mustachioed Commander-in-Chiefs, toasted San Francisco as “The City that Knows How.” It had been less than a decade since the Great Conflagration had burned most of The City to the ground, and President Taft was in awe at the incredible speed at which San Francisco had managed to rebuild.
This list of great places to eat in the Bay Area will leave you smiling and probably drooling. All these joints are incredibly well priced, locally owned, delicious, and serving takeout in 2020. Check their links for store hours, menus, and ordering info, because things are always changing these days,
The tech ideal of “move fast and break things” is cute until really important things, like access to housing, healthcare and a job, are broken.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that Taylor Mac’s shows last year were literally the best shows I’ve ever seen. That’s why I’m SO excited that his new show Holiday Sauce will be at the Curran in San Francisco from November 21st to December 1st! And the best part? BAS
The trend of playing “SportsCenter” on nearly every public TV in the nation is one of the great scourges of our time.
San Francisco is a wonderful place to fall in love. Sure, Paris might be the “City of Love,” but anyone who calls it that has never walked up Columbus Avenue, arm in arm with their sweetheart, as Coit Tower winked at them from above.
A few years ago I was invited to a dinner party in San Francisco by a guy I’d known growing up in San Diego. I hadn’t seen him in years, but the last time we’d hung out, he was completely wrapped up in the party promoting/bottle service scene in SD. During the time in between he’d apparently left that life to find greater purpose and follow a more spiritual path.
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. I’ve been doing this whole Broke-Ass Stuart thing for 13-and-a-half years. If my brand were a Jewish boy, his bar mitzvah would’ve been last summer. And I’m sure he would’ve done marvelously at his Torah portion. Thirteen