I think the word “rockstar” is grossly overused.  I mean who really wants to be a rockstar anymore anyways.  To me the word conjures images of cocaine problems, lycra bodysuits, eyeliner and whiskey dick.  Or wait, maybe I’m just thinking of David Lee Roth. Anyways, if you do categorize yourself

Mayor Bloomberg says we should stay inside. Which would be a great idea if we had his billions to spend on all the post-holiday online sales. But we don’t. All we’ve got is each other – and the Census Bureau can verify that people tend to multiply nine months after

One thing the current owners wanted to retain when they took over the Lone Star Saloon a year ago was the blue collar charm and clientele. Although blue collar is an increasingly rare species in these parts, menu-wise the bar seems to be doing it’s best to keep it’s watering

Uh oh, life calling? The office/grind/job/suckfest spamming your life with calls and emails about when you’ll be showing up? Cursing mother nature for her malicious intent? Well, young one, calm yourself. In your spastic neuroses you’ve lost your appreciation for the simple joys. You see all that white powdery goodness

2010: It’s been, I can boldly say, a year for all of you. What events that unfolded throughout certainly vary per individual but I’m going to assume for most of you, if not all, it involves blush-inducing indiscretions, stolen cop cars driven into the Bay, ventures into the exciting world

I almost don’t want to write about Lou’s Cafe because the more people who know about it, the more people will check it out and inevitably come back again and again — that’s how good the sandwiches are.  But then I thought about the fact that Lou’s is in the

I usually measure my wealth and success in tacos. Like, I’ll buy a disappointing sandwich for $6 and then say, “I could’ve gotten at least three tacos for that.” This week (even though I don’t eat meat), I’m going to start measuring my wealth in chicken wings. Why? Croxley Ales

If you’re hanging around the city this holiday season, you may be tempted to park yourself on a lonely bar stool and drink a year’s worth of sorrows away.  While I support that in theory, I must insist that alcohol is best served with friends (or surrogate friends as it