In the second installment of the bus etiquette series we’re going to cover quite a bit. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll discover our bodies. I hope you’re ready for this adventure. I know I am. 1. Greet the bus driver. Turns out that’s not a robot driving the bus, it’s

As the title of this post suggests, Gotham City Lounge is a fucking great bar. It’s cheap. It’s genuinely divey. It’s got a pool table. It’s right under the Central Ave. M train stop (and within walking distance of the Myrtle Ave.-Broadway J stop). It has great atmosphere. This truly

You already know how I feel about libraries.  But here is something even more miraculous.  The Bay Area FREE Book Exchange in El Cerrito (North of Berkeley) is a cooperative run by local booksellers/booklovers.  It is literally a ‘œstore’ full of FREE books.  Whenever I’m in a store and an

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

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.

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

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

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),