The belly of the beast One of my favorite happy hours for sushi is brought to you by Sushi Time, secreted down in an anonymous little nook of The Castro.  It’s like a little wad of cud some forlorn cow forgot in the back of its mouth. If that’s not

The “Where’s Waldo” of Sushi Restaurants The most under-the-radar sushi restaurant –no, scratch that- the most under-the-radar restaurant of any kind is located in Cole Valley, near the corner of Cole and Carl Streets. It’s called Hama-Ko, a fact you wouldn’t glean from perusing the restaurant’s frontage, nor its menu.

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

Sushi and beer. That’s an odd combination that Brooklyn’s NaNa Bar offers to its patrons. If you’re in the Park Slope area of Brooklyn and you’re in the mood for some Asian cuisine and some drinks you should stop by NaNa’s Restaurant & Bar. They offer different variations of rolls

I receive about 80 emails a day from deal-discounting sites: VOICE by SF Weekly, Facebook Deals, Scoutmob, LivingSocial, Daily Gourmet, Vegan Cuts, Gilt City, Groupon, and so forth. And I buy them all the time. This didn’t seem like much of a problem to me at first: “I’m going out

So you’re in midtown. Whoops. Perhaps you need some crazy diamonds, or you’re praying to some pagan god for discount Book of Mormon tickets, or you just took a wrong turn in Hell’s Kitchen. No matter what way you slice it, the homogeneity of the landscape is dulling to the

Usually the words “cheap” and “sushi” do not sit so well together; ending only in feelings of remorse and painful, painful nausea. But Sapporo Haru is not your typical toilet bowl hugging mistake. Sure, the decor is stale and reminiscent of a doctor’s office, but that’s jus cuz they wanna

First come sushi restaurants, then comes a chain drug store, then a palm reader, and then a neighborhood has reached the peak of gentrification. The sushi and Thai joints arrived on Bedford Ave long ago, but the palm reader spot and Duane Reade are brand spanking new. (As are a

Yes, neighbors, it’s time for the fall edition of the Divis Art Walk — and I’m not going to be there.  I wish I was, though, because the last art walk here was described to me as “crazy, fratty drunkenness taking over the sidewalks,” and that’s definitely my kind of