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Pre-Thanksgiving Scavenger Hunt
If you’re sticking around the city for Thanksgiving, you’re probably raging it tonight and preparing to cure your hangover with stuffing and mashed potatoes. And is there a better way of achieving that hangover than running around and getting FREE shots? If you said, “No, dumbass!” then go to the

No One to Thank on Thanksgiving? We Have Peeps for You!
A Proper Warehouse Party on Thanksgiving Eve With Cubic Zirconia (live), Da Hardy Boys (live), Runaway, Superfamily, Snack N Cmish. Built by MeanRed and Da Hardy Boys. Powered by Turntable Lab and Done to Death. Of all the joys Thanksgiving has to offer, probably the best is the night before.

FREE Tequila and Carnitas at 15 Romolo!!
As you well know, I love 15 Romolo. The Holy Trinity of Vesuvio, Spec’s, and Tosca will always have my undying affection, but Romolo is one of the few bars under 50 years old that I will go to in North Beach. In fact, I was just there last week

Guts and Bu**s
So every most Tuesday evenings at 5:30, I head on over to my gym spot for Jackie’s Guts and Butts class. Generally speaking, this is not something I would admit to comfortably on the Internet because: a) it’s embarrassing to admit that one needs so desperately to work on these

Ditch Home for the Holidays
As I’m packing for my regular Thanksgiving trip to the land of frozen tundra otherwise known as Michigan, I often wonder what it would be like to stay in New York for the holidays. Gather up some friends, whip up some hot toddy’s and roast Turkey while I watch all

Broke Ass Financial Coaching: Where is my money going?
Do you know where your money is going?
Before you start to think about creating a spending plan, debt payment plan, and/or savings plan it is critical to know where your money is currently going. It is hard to look at it sometimes, and most people are surprised to see how much they spend in certain areas.

Keeping Up with SF Food Carts 24/7
I was walking with a friend in Duboce Park the other day when we stumbled upon a bunch of food carts. Although the delicious fumes wafting from ‘œWholesome Bakery’ and ‘œThat Guy’s Fries’ were trumped a minute later when my friend stepped in dog shit (the perils of Duboce Park),