Another classic San Francisco dive bar bites the dust. This time though, it’s not because it was bought and turned into a fancy mustache bar, it’s because hella illegal shit was going down. If you’ve ever stepped foot into the Brown Jug though, this shouldn’t be a surprise. Yesterday Hoodline

It’s been the worst day imaginable. Your dog died, you got fired, your laptop was stolen, and your partner comes out of the closet – as actually being straight – and runs away with someone of the opposite gender. All you wanna do is go to the nearest bar and be left alone to cry your eyes out into a big glass of booze. Here’s a list of the best bars in San Francisco to do that in.

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

Whether you admit it or cower in shame, it’s happened to all of us. The one-too-many-moment, two steps away from worshipping the porcelain god, trying to drown your sorrows…whatever you may call it, being too drunk in front of people is both humiliating and hilarious to your audience of choice.