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Cheap Sandwiches at Rhea’s Deli
Rhea’s Deli is my solution to pricey Bi-Rite picnic food. I love hanging out in Dolores Park all day with some good eats and cold brews just like everybody else, but I can’t handle paying for Bi-Rite’s expensive (albeit delicious) made to-go selections every time the sun is out on

Downgrade Your Trendy Foods: The $5 Limonata
While I don’t really believe in illegal activities, I have very few vices in this world that are not at least somewhat regulated by the government (Television with swear words and alcohol being chief among those). So admitting that the Passion Fruit Limonata from Ciao Bella (now with convenient locations

Street Art Goes Legit During FREE Friday Night Soirée at the DeYoung
Imagine for a moment a world where Street Art is prominently displayed on the walls of a well-respected art museum. Imagine a world where trash is turned into something other than a big pile around the trash can because the trash can is full. A world where every cold, irony-shriveled

Broke-Ass of the Week – Rachel Znerold
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

$1 Jell-o Shots, Animal Behaviour and $100 to the newest CHICKENBEAR at the Powerhouse July 4
‘œAre you bummed that there isn’t a San Francisco Street fair that specifically targets your metaphoric internal homo animal designation? Are you sorta chickeny? Fox-curious? Wolflexible? Does hotmusclebear.com leave you lukewarm? Are you a Turkey Vulture? A pigasus? A bearacat?’ So say Walter Gòmez and Mica Sigourney of CHICKENBEAR. Sounding

An Open Letter to the Second Coming of the Hair of Williamsburg
Dear Hair: Let’s be clear here: you are not THE Hair of Williamsburg. It’s almost worse this way, because I do not have a legion of similarly mystified people to commiserate with about any trauma a sighting may have induced. Oh no, you are my own personal horror story. The

Bamonte’s
If you’re anywhere near as obsessed with old school Italian American culture/aesthetic as I am, I really can’t believe that you have not already gotten yourself to Bamonte’s in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The atmosphere is an unreal time capsule of 1950s Brooklyn (though it’s been there since 1900). True story: I