When we lost the Bay Guardian last year, in addition to a consummate news source and progressive ally, we also lost one of the best party hosts in town. Among it’s annual offerings was it’s Pride week kick-off, “Pullin’ Pork For Pride”. Well, the Harvey Milk Club thought it would

For the discerning palate.. There was never enough of you to go around was there?  So continental, so refined, why couldn’t you come in a larger size?  How many dinner parties were transformed into sticky melees because of you? Well unlike its namesake, Vienetta, the latest disco at the UndergroundSF,

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

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups