In the before times (and by that I mean before my friend had kids and we could fuck-off for an entire day together), said friend and I would pick a day in December, pick a neighborhood, and spend it holiday shopping and drinking. It was glorious, AND productive! Have a drink. Buy a gift. Have a drink. Get another gift. You get it!
Virginia Ramos, aka The Tamale Lady, was my friend. We had a long history together and she was a constant in the lives of so many people who call The City home. As I mentioned in this tribute I wrote about her after her passing in September 2018, Virginia “wasn’t
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 37 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 37 of the finest locally owned bars,
For people of a certain era, Herb Caen represented San Francisco. For newer San Franciscans, maybe it’s someone like Jack Dorsey. For my era of San Franciscans, nobody represented The City more than Virginia Ramos, the woman we affectionately called the Tamale Lady. For those of us who spent the late
April 1st is National PranQster Day! Full of fun shenanigans, it’s the only holiday of it’s kind! However this year it falls on a Sunday – Easter Sunday – so the folks at North Coast Brewing Co. have decided to hold their annual “PranQster Crawl” on Friday night, March 30th.
SF & NYC residents argue if Golden Gate Park is better than Central Park, and if the rooftop bars in Brooklyn beat the patios of Zeitgeist and El Rio
Last Friday Wooden Nickel quietly opened its doors to an already devoted clientele. How is this possible considering there were no announcements that the bar was opening? Because the three women behind it, Nancy Chung, Shannon Lynn and Cassy Fritzen, have a combined 41 years bartending in the Mission. From
What’s there to say? You drank too much last night, made some poor decisions, and now have to live with yourself…and a terrible headache…and possibly the shits. At least going to these places will make it all more tolerable.
There are few American cities where you can smoke pot as casually and without consequence as in San Francisco. You can get away with smoking weed pretty much anywhere in our fair City, regardless of police proximity.