Around 6-8 times a month patrons at Johnny Foley’s, an Irish pub which straddles the border of the Tenderloin and Union Square, can hear the musical stylings of Nathan Temby. Temby is part of a rotating roster of pianists who perform in Foley’s cellar in what are known as “dueling piano” shows.

The Westin St. Francis is up for sale, and its current owner is none other than the Chinese government.  Why?  Because its previous owner was Chinese insurance magnate We Xiaohui, and he was recently sentenced to 18 years in Chinese prison for fraud and embezzlement.  His Westin purchase was part

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

Red Hots Burlesque just had its 10th anniversary, but also spawned a new multimedia midnight cabaret incarnation that will make Union Square weird as hell this Saturday night. Body TABOO defiance defies normal description, but producer Dottie Lux tells BrokeAssStuart.com, “It’s a performance art showcase of different interdisciplinary performance artists

Pride 2016 may be one of the most important in recent memory. Out of the tragedy of Orlando, a wave of solidarity has spread across the world and it has galvanized our community to respond with love, to speak out against our culture of violence, stand with our Latinx, Muslim,

Avital Tours offers high-end social dining experiences in San Francisco and Los Angeles for locals and travelers alike. Their walking food tours are built by locals for locals. Their goal is that someone who lives in the Mission comes on our Mission Food Tour and learns something about her own neighborhood –

If you haven’t spent a Christmas in San Francisco, you’ve been missing something special. December 25th might just be one of my top five favorite days of the year in this city.

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.

As I ended my slave labor shift a strategic ruckus, in unison, caught my attention. I came to the corner of 14th Street and 6th Avenue where countless determined and angry faces sat atop young and old bodies, stomping through the streets of Manhattan. Signs which displayed disdain for the