Just in case you haven’t been following the saga that is the impending closure of SoMa mainstay, the Eagle Tavern, the Guardian’s Emily Appelbaum gives a pretty good run-down up until this point here. In addition, if you want to join in the rabble that have amassed to protest these proceedings, put

San Francisco has been getting a nasty rep for losing its edge for a while now, and with only 49 some square miles of land to occupy it’s not hard to see how things can get a little homogenous with the right variables at play. Of these, one be the urban property

With over 2,000 gin bins on the Barbary Coast, we here at BAS thought it might be time to catalogue them and keep you informed on what they have to satiate your thirsty, thirsty ways. So, here is the Broke-Ass Bar Guide – San Francisco. You get to know a little bit about what

DRAMA! Children, children everywhere.  The earth may be buckling like the merry widow on an over-enthusiastic auntie post-holiday gorge, but you wouldn’t know it by the way them babies be popping out  these days. Well, anyone who’s Catholic or part of some other culture that subscribes to a loaves and

I have always had a fondness for the International House of Pancakes.  I said this to a friend in passing one time and he informed me it was because I’m of English heritage.  According to him, every Englishman he knows enjoys the occasional stop at the worldly griddle shack. I

Well, my fellow colleagues of the city’s gin bins, it’s happened again.  Another holiday season has come and gone and now we find ourselves in the always-pleasant slump that follows.  What to do?  Why drink, of course! Tonight come congratulate yourself on a job well done and one more year under your belt serving

As the city flirts every so often with the mainstream and homogeny, that which makes us different becomes all the more dear- which requires some upkeep. Since 1979 the Lyon- Martin Clinic has been one of the most dependable caretakers for those whom mainstream medicine has deemed non-priorities. If you

La Oaxaqueña is like some secret spot that you think you imagined passing by on the bus and you’re fairly certain won’t exist if you were to go back.  Especially since it’s located in San Francisco. Mexican-wise, the population in the city is mostly Yucateco, with a smattering of Chilangos