image from localwiki.org I just received a note from Robert Brust at Dolores Park Works. Apparently the north end of Dolores Park, the side that’s been heavily under construction for some time now, will be opening on June 18th, just in time for our frigid SF summer. Tall Boy Terrace*

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Let’s face it, we probably all shop a little too much and it can cause all kinds of problems. It fills up our landfills, creates a huge carbon footprint, and don’t forget, it makes us perpetually broke. So, what about committing to not buying anything new for 30 days? Except of course food, beer, and…other ‘necessary perishables’,

Photo from Inside Scoop Tommy’s Joynt is an SF institution. They’ve been getting people drunk and fed since your grandpappy’s time and doing it awesomely. That’s why I stopped in to learn how to make  their legendary corned beef sandwich.  Check out the video and try not to drool on

Club 1994 is celebrating 6 years of 90s love this Saturday May 23rd at The Rickshaw Stop!! Get in the Time Machine with us and go back when JTT ruled pop culture, Zach & Kelly couldn’t stay broken up & slap bracelets were at the pinnacle of fashion. Bust out your Cabbage

The Los Angeles artist’s first solo LP since 2008’s Acid Tongue, The Voyager is Lewis’s most deeply personal, and her most musically robust. Featuring production work from Ryan Adams, Beck, as well as Lewis and her longtime collaborator Johnathan Rice, The Voyager finds Lewis at her sharp-witted best, singing about her recent life

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

Well, most things in San Francisco are a little strange, and ending a relationship in this town is no different. From not being able to move out for a few months due to the expensiveness of this city to knowing that the only way you won’t run into your ex is if she moves out of town, breakups in SF might be a special breed. What follows is a little guide to surviving a San Francisco breakup. That is, of course, after you figure out who gets which tutu from the costume box.