Fernet-Branca is a weird thing.  It’s wildly popular here in San Francisco, and more or less the national drink of Argentina.  Plus I’m pretty sure they drink it in Italy…but that’s it.  I’ve never seen it anywhere else.  In fact, my buddies were at the Lone Palm a few years

Calling Island Earth a farmers market is a bit of a misnomer.  It should really be called “heaven”.  Ok, I’m exaggerating, but really it’s a lot closer to being the best food court in the world, than it is to being a farmers market. Basically, the people who run the

This one comes straight from my man Johnny Funcheap.  This Wednesday the Riptide, is throwing a bad ass party to kick off the Outside Lands Festival.  This little fiesta is to raise money for the Save The Waves Coalition and there will be FREE food, surf movies on the big

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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Like many people reading this website,

The above photo is from Greenwich Village Daily Photo Ok so you moved to New York from ________ and back there you really didn’t know a lot of Jewish people.  Sure you went to that Rubinstein kid’s bar mitzvah in 7th grade, but other than him and a couple Chinese

I remember hearing about this at some point over the weekend during some late night Jameson induced talkathon.  I clearly forgot about it afterwards but luckily a regular reader named Kate just dropped me the 411. Ha!  Remember pagers and all the little codes we used like 411 and 143

Pacific Standard Time (PST) might be the best party in San Francisco.  There was that one time where they did FREE Farmer Brown food, and that other time when they did FREE Grey Goose and Curtis Mayfield tribute.  I get their emails every week for the Tuesday night party, and

Often times your loyalty to a particular taqueria is solely based on it’s proximity to your house.  If you’re lucky, you live near one of the City’s shining stars like El Farolito, Taqueria Cancun, or one of my new favorites Los Coyotes.  These days, the taco shop that I pledge