Standing alone, a dinner or drinks can be manageable, but combined…well, that’s just stupid.  It’s like fighting two bears.  I can’t do that. Budgets begin to implode.  Enter BYOB restaurants – places where owners are lazy, poor, or philosophically aligned with drinking malt liquor with your dinner. I hardly ever

I was walking near Union Square the other night, on the way to a friend’s birthday party, when I passed by Macy’s display window.  I noticed that it was once again the time of year for the store’s Flower Show.  While this year’s theme is “A Bohemian Garden”, after looking at

Hump Day sounds disgusting, always has.  “Bumping uglies” sounds gross too.  I know people who hate the word “groin”.  “Crotch” is crisp and tight to me, but friends find it equally unappetizing.  One of Stuart’s friends has a website called The Fart Party.  That leaves a very unpleasant taste in

4-day all-access badges have just become available to purchase for the Northside Festival in Williamsburg, a new music festival project by The L Magazine.  $45 is like, INSANELY cheap for four whole days of bands that include:  Vivian Girls, Bishop Allen, The Dodos, Bill Callahan, The Van Pelt, Brightblack Morning Light, O’Death, Asobi

For those of you who have the San Francisco book, you might remember a little passage that goes like this:   Morton’s Steakhouse:  400 Post St. @ Powell I am a golden god for giving this one to you!  Yes my friends this one here is fucking gorgeous!  Every Monday-Friday

Sway feels cool because it hasn’t altered the outdated sign of its predecessor McGovern’s, has good music, and an attractive crowd (reminder: low light, dark backdrops and highballs make a lot of things attractive). Hell, attractive people can make anything look cool from old school American Gladiators to modern runway

  The black tarpaulin outside of the The Continental reads “5 Shots of Anything $10: All day/All night (yes, we’re serious)”.   And there really is no catch.  No limiting “happy hour”, no restricted access to only the worst gut rot brewed in an industrial bathtub, no cutting down a

The sun is out and the people are shining vibrant shades of pink.  Nice days in San Francisco mean mainly one thing for the denizens of the Mission, Noe Valley, and The Castro: fucking off all day in Dolores Park. I was walking through DP yesterday when I ran into