While I don’t ever celebrate someone going out of business, the closed-down garage has been a great boon for alcoholics and art enthusiasts everywhere. Numerous galleries, performance spaces, bars, and restaurants have sprung up from where once upon a time you got your muffler checked. The great advantage to these

I totally respect anyone who decides to name a bar after themselves, and the self-named bars are almost always the best. Jimmy’s Corner in Manhattan, Sharlene’s in Prospect Heights, and now there’s Matt Torrey’s in Williamsburg. Not that you can see the name on the building. It’s only marking is

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

Two truths are that everybody loves oysters (everyone cool, that is) and that oysters are generally prohibitively expensive. Unless you’re dating the shucker at Aquagrill or Blue Ribbon, oysters are a special occasion splurge or a last ditch attempt to get a date to stop texting and pay attention. Until