Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San

Look this sexy…for FREE! I didn’t quite realize until I moved into a new apartment a few months ago exactly how much crap I own.  Whether it’s my collection of Dawson’s Creek DVDs or underwear that I’ve had since eighth grade (seriously), there’s a lot of junk hanging out in dresser

A few weeks ago, SF Weekly sponsored this awesome happy hour event at The Irish Bank where for only $10, you could pound all the Widmer Hefeweizen and Drifter you and your buddies could handle for two hours. Understandably, not all of you were able to make it out for this.

As a seafood lover, I should have eaten oysters many times before last week, but for some reason they had eluded my ever-expanding stomach.  But when a friend told me about the awesome happy hour at Hyde Street Seafood House and Raw Bar, I finally felt the slimy goodness of

The first time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in the movie theater with a high school boyfriend (now a writer for ‘Modern Family’…fuck me).  The second time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in a parking lot in Seattle, which was actually incredibly awesome. The third time I saw ‘Amelie’ I’m pretty sure

Waaaay back in April I told you about a Michigan-based band called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and I had a dream. My dream was selfish, but heartfelt: That Jr. Jr., whose demos had been on constant repeat on my iPod since I got my grabby grabby little hands on them,

A while ago Monica gave you some inside information about the best spots to pick up tourists if you’re feeling a little, um, sensuous.  One of these places is Gold Dust Lounge located on Powell Street, smack in the middle of one of the most tourist-y spots in the city.