I’ve always found the wine industry to be really intimidating. There are so many wine varieties, as well as seemingly so many rules – when to swirl and when not to swirl. So, when I found a wine bottle shop and bar where you feel OK being a newbie, I

This coming Taco Tuesday, March 7th, there will be a chef taco competition featuring up to 12 women chefs from the Bay Area at Merkado in SOMA. The event is called “My Taco, My Choice” and it will benefit The National Latina Institute for Reproductive Justice. Competing chefs will create

Step into a world of adventure with the 2023 SF Wine Passport! There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. You get 2-for-1 glasses of wine at 23 of SF’s finest locally owned bars and restaurants for only $39.95! It honestly doesn’t get much better than that. And after the

“No guarantees,” said Deputy Chief Ken Craig throughout the evening. “You won’t know how you’re going to respond until it happens.” The ominous disclaimer hushed the room as one by one, we placed ourselves at the center of a worst-case scenario. What would you do if, on a night out

Chicago stubbornly calls their landmark skyscraper Sears Tower, rejecting the Willis name. In Kansas City where I grew up, it’ll always be Sandstone Amphitheater. No matter where you’re from, you no doubt know somewhere/something special that now goes by a shittier name. San Francisco has plenty.  For instance, in an

Between finding parking and finding an apartment in San Francisco ranks the undue stress of searching for a public restroom. The city has few truly public restrooms to begin with, and most of them close overnight. Few alternatives exist. Sooner or later you’re bound to find a hot, wet coil

Alas, San Francisco’s most famous bovine themed nightclub is no more. The giant pink cow, with a nipple ring in its utter, that’s been hanging outside of 1535 Folsom Street since 1987, has finally been retired. In its place will be a new club called Eve and from what I

San Francisco’s SoMa neighborhood, like much of the city, is a picture of disparate details: luxury, innovation and fine dining, shadowed by rampant homelessness, substance abuse and human suffering. It seems appropriate, then, that SoMa’s 111 Minna Gallery is no home to vacuous art. In recent months, gallery owner Michelle Delaney has

This may not come as a surprise, but I’ve never loved the police. I don’t hate every single cop like some kind of psychopath, but I’ve never been in a shitty situation where I felt like the presence of a police officer would improve it. Generally cops make shit worse.