We have locals kicking gentrification arse, the shakeup of a landmark publication, the best possible outcome in the Permit Patty situation and a president that just went balls-deep in diplomacy destruction. Let’s go. Around the Bay Hasta Muerte Puts Down Oakland Roots The building Hasta Muerte Coffee leased from was

This year’s annual Showgirls production is a response to the alleged real-life sexual misconduct of a Saved by the Bell star. Marking the 20th anniversary of Peaches Christ’s original 1998 Midnight Mass screening of the awful but enduring movie Showgirls, this year’s live musical homage I, Nomi opens Thursday night

By Rachel Fogletto It was Sunday and I was booked to host at my local comedy club Wednesday. A story had recirculated about Jeremy Piven, an actor who was accused of sexual assault by 8 women. He was supposed to headline the same club, that Thursday through the weekend. As the story unfolded, there were discussions

The NYC Ferry is known for its convenience, affordability and dancefloor to die for. Wait…What? This Friday, July 20th, there will be 48 glorious minutes of drinking and dancing mixed in with a little bit of sea sickness. The first ever Happy Hour Dance Party on the Ferry starts on

We decided to walk around the Tenderloin instead of go through it. I had my computer, Gene has his bike, and Sabrina had a bag of things I’m sure she didn’t want taken from her as well. We were coming from my weekly Wednesday gig at Monarch where I used to do a coloring book happy hour.

An extreme act of charity has hopes of remaking the San Francisco social services landscape. One businessperson has just donated their entire fortune — and all their possessions — to a philanthropic nonprofit dedicated to helping San Francisco’s neediest and homeless residents. The individual has to remain anonymous until various transactions

Many of the things we shrug off as normal in San Francisco don’t happen in other places.

Supersuckers are the best rock band in the world. Or, so they claim to be. “One of the few outfits that can call itself “The World’s Greatest Rock ’n’ Roll Band!” and actually get away with it, the Supersuckers eat Marshall stacks and cowboy hats and s**t out high-volume ass-kickery,