A few years ago – at a gym to which I was indebted for two years but only went once a week, if that (complete waste of money, but it paid for itself with the BJs I got in the steam room. Holla!) – I took advantage of a yoga

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ve got a foul mouth and an even dirtier mind.  I mean, I took a write up about a reading at the Knockout and turned it into this for fuck’s sake.  I like twisted stories and completely uncouth jokes…the more demented, the

It’s been said that good things come in small packages, this is especially true when it comes to the food truck revolution that has taken this city by storm. What used to just consist of “street meat” and questionable sanitary conditions is now a full blown culinary movement. Joining the

Finally, a compelling reason to have children. SF Kids‘ “Check Out San Francisco” program allows San Francisco families to get FREE passes to a long list of museums, aquariums, zoos, and a bunch of other places I didn’t even know were here. Like the Haas-Lilienthal House (what surly teenager wouldn’t

There’s this exhibit at the Guggenheim that I am fairly certain I will hate but that I want to see because I am interested in masochism and also surprises. Not at the same time. However, the Guggenheim is expensive as fuck for no reason (18 bucks to fume about how

Anthony Bourdain is the kind of chef/TV show personality who will show you the Montana hotel room where a former director went on a coke and shooting binge, and then go downstairs to tell you about the buffalo meat something he’s eating. Then other nights he ends up in the

I love happy hour, and not just at times when I have to check my bank balance before buying my monthly metrocard. The thought of people gathering with friends to release whatever tension has built up during eight hours at a shitty job ‘“ and, you know, drink ‘“ is

An old bar closing never ceases to sadden me.  Many of my favourites are now just ghostly vapor in my delirium-addled memory.  Expansion, Ginger’s Trois, 7-11 Club– was it just yesterday we were getting frisky?  The wind cuts through my coat a little quicker now. The House of Shields has