The Citrus Club never fails to satisfy your endless craving for noodles in oodles of different types of amazing sauces and styles. This little spot on Haight Street is the perfect place to go alone and stuff your face at the bar, or with a group of indecisive people that

Sure it’s a blast to take a stroll along the Coney Island boardwalk, shoving a Nathan’s hotdog in your face while waiting for your turn on the Cyclone. But don’t forget about the attraction that has had New Yorkers trekking across Brooklyn for over 100 years: Coney Island’s famous freaks.

Image courtesy designsponge.com Cork is largely unappreciated – not only is it the most environmentally way to seal up a bottle of tasty vino, but the Cork Oak forests are the native habitat of the Iberian Lynx (which is one bad-ass lookin’ cat, no?). Planet Earth lesson aside, cork is

Just got back from the wilderness where a bunch of friends and I celebrated America in liberating 100 degree weather. We shot a bald eagle with a bow and arrow, and roasted it over the fire with some gray salt, fresh ground pepper, and smoked paprika, decorated ourselves in freedom

Though Sue Smith’s case on Brokelyn for being a server in New York restaurants was pretty on the money, I’d argue that sometimes, having a low-status office job can have its advantages as well– especially if you’re a freelance writer who hates physical activity and kids and cleaning gross things

My pal Jamie sings and plays bass in The Moanin Dove. He also plays bass in almost every other good band in San Francisco. And I don’t mean just wimpy regular bass that anyone can play (I can’t), but the super-manly upright bass. That’s basically (BASSically!) the largest instrument you

Happy Independence Day, patriots! I assume that after reading my post yesterday, you’re ready and rarin’ to go to a fireworks show tonight. Obviously I must tell you about the FREE Fourth of July show at Pier 39. So load up your kiddies and your kegs (leave the dogs at