I’ve already written about the benefits (most of which include getting laid, but also that it’s FREE) of running outside instead of in a gym – so obviously we’ve come to a juncture where you are quite convinced about that necessity but unsure of where to start. Right? Good. I

Barfly be thy Name – Chaps II My flat mate, Nevin, is currently working on a piece about the ins and outs of go-go dancing for the folks over at The Bold Italic. He’s put himself on display at a few spots already, but so far I’ve missed the opportunity

If you can’t figure out how to start organizing your records in autobiographical order like Rob did in High Fidelity, you should go to the Bell House tonight for Monday Night Vinyl Club #22. At the Vinyl Club, everyone gets to play three of their favorite songs off vinyl and

A while ago Stephen told us about a late-night, Nob Hill staple — Bob’s Donuts & Pastry Shop on Polk.  I’ve had the privilege of eating the most delicious apple fritter of my life here (okay, it was 2am and my blood was probably made up of pure tequila at

Oceans are beautiful, full of big animals that want to eat you, and you should never ever turn your back on them. Show your support for two-thirds of the earth’s surface at the Sunday Surf Benefit for SurfriderSF hosted by Surfpulse. FREE admission, FREE Yolanda’s famous chicken and veggie/cheese enchiladas,

Sometimes when I go to a new restaurant and try a type of food I know little about, like, say, Ethiopian, I get scared by all the weird-sounding dishes and just order THE most boring thing I can find. This is usually because I’m starving, and unwilling to risk further

Ever since our office moved from the East Village to Midtown, I find myself forced to defend my decision NOT to try the latest oooh-we-chop-up-salads-therefore-we-feel-justified-charging-almost-$10-for-it spot for lunch. “You cannot buy this yourself cheaper at a store- crispy chicken, cheddar and blue cheese, spinach, avocado, bacon and anything else you

One thing that I often miss from my childhood growing up in the ‘˜burbs is drive-in movies.  They were always so much fun, even though I usually ended up falling asleep half way through and would, without fail, sit on whatever chocolaty movie treat I had brought along. Lucky for