Eat cheap Halal food at Yemeni’s I’d bet the left side of my brain that your garden variety Tea Partying dip stick wouldn’t know Yemen from He-Man. Still, the likelihood of Yemeni’s restaurant existing in one of those crazzzzzy red states, serving as it does strictly halal food from the

  Well another Pride in the city draws to a close with the mega parade and parties that are the jewels in the pretty tiara that is queer pride week.  If you are an early riser or perhaps have not yet slept you still have time to either watch as

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

If you haven’t yet noticed the assemblage in Dolores Park, it’s not too late to strap on your chanclas and hustle on down and join the rest of the queer folk.  You will have already missed the elder-youth brunch, but not the chance to add your solidarity to your queer

It has been five-years since our super hunky co-editor, Stephen Torres, eloquently shared his no-doubt drunken experience at Bob’s. Oh, and four-years since Christy wrote about Bob’s. And of course, I started writing about donuts at 2am, and then realize all of this. So, fuck it…you’re getting the 2014 version of Bob’s. Because

Golden Coffee Set down on a rather picturesque corner of the Tendernob, the interior of Golden Coffee is slightly less than that; the dingy, anemic salmon pink walls are completely bare of decoration, .  The large, square space is dominated by a bracket-shaped bar whose vertical line abuts the entrance. 

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

1.  People Walking Their Bikes Home When They Are Too Drunk It’s 7:30, on a Sunday. The sun has gone down. It was a nice park day, or perhaps a local sports team competed in a pivotal match. It doesn’t make a difference, since this is the witching hour and

Pride in San Francisco is never a mellow affair, but even by the Barbary Coast’s well- seasoned standards, this was one hell of a joyride.  From Castro on Wednesday until grooving through the bodies electric on Sunday, our eagle-eyed contributor, Fabian, caught the City as she swelled rhythmically in a