30 dollars doesn’t go too far around these parts. Assuming your routine amounts to four bucks in Muni fares, eight in a decked-out burrito, and 10 (we’re playing it low here) in alcohol, that’s like a day and a half in San Francisco. Important things like dental health, physical fitness

According to some rudimentary Internet research, the world of historical reenactment is a strange and nuanced one. Honestly, that’s pretty expected. It takes some peculiarly fixated folks to want to simulate trenchfoot and bayonet wounds and the numerous other miserable accoutrements of historical battles. Nevertheless, they soldier on. Apparently, the

As someone whose first – and one of very few – church experiences was a rural Mississippian Baptist revival, tongues-speaking and floor-writhings and all, I’m not one who habitually steps foot into a house of God. Tonight, though, I breathed deep and placed one foot in front of the other

Are you one of those hip SF mothers constantly struggling to reconcile your penchants for crocheted baby booties and the golden, booze-dappled days of yesteryear? Perhaps you’re one of those “rad dads” struggling to keep your child’s wayward mouth out of your otherwise finely groomed beard. Or maybe you just

Recently I started bartending at Dear Mom on Wednesday nights. I do this because a) it’s fun b) I really need the money (yes I’m still broke) and c) because Jay and Oliver are the shit! The fellas have given me some leeway to do cool stuff on my night, so I’m bringing an East Coast favorite to The Mission. San Francisco, I’d like to introduce you to the Pickle Back.

At an age when quantity definitely tends to trump quality in most pursuits (see: alcohol, ramen, squalid affairs with grungy musicians), the more you fill your belly with, the better, generally speaking. Who knows, as a broke-ass, when exactly you may eat again. With this in mind, I’ve started eating

Ponchos: the wave of the future? Hardly. Nevertheless, the comfy paunch-concealers hold a loyal and devoted following spanning some pretty disparate groups: stoners, moms, racially insensitive restaurant mascots. They’re pretty much the original Snuggie – a little more abrasive, perhaps, and shorter, but cut from the same proverbial cloth –

For those unfamiliar with the Edge, it’s the last bar on the western edge of the Castro. One of the bars recently bought and renovated by the guys that own QBar (as is soon to happen over at the Midnight Sun down the street) it’s mostly known for beer busts