If someone’s going to coax me into traipsing through the streets of Little Saigon, sidestepping crack pies and used condoms, they better be taking me somewhere worth it. Enter: happy hour at Olive. From 5-7pm, you can munch on artisan pizzas for $8, as well as stuff like pomme frites,

This Christmas, I was forced to finally go through the boxes of my crap taking over my parents’ basement. While rediscovering treasures like a cassette of Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On,” troll key chains, and more chokers than a person should be legally allowed to possess, I was once again the

The only shoes I brought home for Christmas were my cowboy boots, and I’m regretting that now that I’m heading back to NYC. They’re not built to be snow shoes, and I’m going to have to wrap my feet in plastic bags when I land. As I’m prepping for the

My best friend in the world is coming up to San Francisco on Thursday.  I always get anxious when my friends from other cities come and visit; what if they leave and tell everyone how much cooler their town is than San Francisco?  Well, thanks to Trader Joe’s (specifically Two-Buck

I am unfortunately not in NYC right now for the shit ton of snow and to punch people who use the word “snowpocalypse,”  but agree that it looks like father winter was super drunk and got carried away with the whole weather thing. I know for a while I’d be

The circus isn’t exactly built for people of age. While the wonders of elephants and aerialists might wow and dazzle the tween-and-under set, us jaded adults or “adults” tend to find different outlets for inducing wonder (drink specials!). So in lieu of busting the bank on some bears riding tricycles

I can never get over how expensive it is to see a movie. This week there are a bunch of special movie events that are either cheaper or more special than your average flick. Mostly because they are all beloved films that happen to scare the bejeezus out of me.

One of the ways in which I pretend like I’m rich, or just forget that I’m living in a constant looming threat of homelessness, is by eating shellfish. That’s right, shellfish. Mussels are the perfect way to pretend like you’re eating a full meal when you’re actually just eating a