I’m so hot on tips today its like a I’m blazing my own trail! If you’ve ever wanted to go to a restaurant, order an insane amount of food and then whisper the secret password to cut your bill in half, TONIGHT is the night! Luna Park in the Mission,

It may be because I’m craving Indian food like a motherfucker, or the fact that I’ve finally put my fat ass on a serious diet, but this deal from Kasa is too good to pass up. On weekdays between the hours of 11 a.m. and 4 p.m., you can pick

              Thursday, with its alliterative potential, sometimes acts like a time machine transporting us back to those college years where you were celebrating the arduous task of nearly completing a hard week; 4 days of getting up late for the 10 o’clock History of Racial Thought and eating at the cafeteria’s late-night

It seems like Thursday keeps getting better!  I’ve already told you about the ill-ass party at Shotwell, but guess what else is happening?  Oh wait, you totally guessed The Divisidero Art Walk didn’t you?  That’s what I get for putting it in the title.  Well just pretend like you were surprised ok?

First off, just in case you were wondering, last’s night’s Mos Def/Curtis Mayfield party was off the hook.  I damn near sweat through my clothes because I was dancing so much.  Curtis Mayfield does that to a motherfucker.  Ya know?   It’s seeming like Thursday night should be a pretty

Karaoke has absolutely no special place in my heart.  I tried to sing once in Rock Band or Guitar Hero and it was abysmal.  Seems appropriate then that a catering company hasn’t been booking me for gigs because their caffeine jacked, overly tanned, San Diegan only wanted his floor crew

If you remember, a few months back I hyped a Pacific Standard Time (PST) party that had FREE food from Farmer Brown and some live soul music at 330 Ritch.  It was a lot of fun and of course I was the first one in line to get some of

There is a bar in the East Village that diligently carries the torch that so many others have let extinguish, where  kinda transient, tatoooed patron types collect their paltry earnings and hand them over in exchange for cheap shots, or better yet, glory. Cheap Shots is one of those simple,